ReRites (Love's Thirst) [July 2017]

organics, ¿colga ¡todavía! secean on Monkeys session. awagabu. ~ + ~ Outside, on the path, We broke in and relaxed down over a ruled squirming and crabbed foam. Now, give me the snow-hut in the wilderness of astonished branches ~ + ~ we glimmered in the farms charming expletives again, which ended -- comfortably, in the poet we were also streaming the earth thru a dappled swirls of assassinated replicas using amputee ideas to soothe all quarrels Time had given some Freudians, all that breathes. A bird that sparks in the depth. An unending face, afraid of the day plunging among expiring trees, migrant precisions offered by thought. ~ + ~ Sorrow Is The Last flowered slit of dummies! It is like an old cd made by amnesiacs: an almost stay in word-pictures. Like flutes led by wolf-wine, thru verge and query axioms. the sun fountain overhead rose from an empty brain ~ + ~ I kept old contented whole dreams of confession to tantalize the dead ~ + ~ we drink light The bargain, hinge soft: blends, its fibers, rope-burnt into the rays of children its marsh-grass hips burp a hunger for elsewhere its mere self-- no more than that stands under a sun woven from perpetual lies ~ + ~ As the men, strong, packed into poses, twist to each other motionless, restraining all earth to invent, and kill, sunlight The circle of her austere mind is a gleam of pure cold breathing. ~ + ~ Fame’s tongue argued with the archangel cranking fear into possibility dust’s anxious body humbled by etiquette fingered the raw transparency of stars ~ + ~ Cramped, in the dirt after an hour, nothing knew love’s thirst.