ReRites (The Ash of Inspiration) [July 2017]

Just As One Swallows a peach. She, auburn, by the rose, shielded the sleeping dusk, and swayed, unprepared to rip up the sky. It was morning, a seed of vast times, lamps clasped the fence. Bridging these dangerous instances, a wail of tragic-gestured water bit her arms. ~ + ~ Plants echoed and burned the word too small for a sign We Come To Succumb into intensity the secret furniture I rolled my head against the wish. ~ + ~ Alas, mini-soaps of my heart! causality heaped light among the slick creatures We will not fold our waywardness in the unknown, deepening fog of fired embers. Nor hoard writing, smelling of thunder and once-sweet slime amber. ~ + ~ The loose skin of Piranesi’s belonging repented many complex decades I floated out, into misty solidified prophecies and mine, was new! I exhausted my preparatory perfect xlvii electrified complaints I swelled the livid cattle and twerpy wrangled nervous breach leech-gathering lens necked homilies lightening in the waves her face released answer the big music, here in the underbush where we found it this passion presented as if it had children a single hug in which there was nothing to master deep and more real than what seemed ratonal Agreed: The master’s mind is uninvited, it is endless, It lovingly gift-wraps the knot. ~ + ~ the narrow day is an angel that stopped for coffee those heavy amber thighs ivory no longer cook teeth ~ + ~ my life is like shunned gortex lovers huddled around stuffed hills of tedious steel as the ash of inspiration anchors its engineering in the sea