Gasps
Sunday, February 29, 2004
 
YET ANOTHER BOULDER WAITING TO BE CHISELED TO RELEASE A POEM

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Wednesday, February 18, 2004
 
REGRESSION

Angels are not
the only creatures
borne by wings

In a mirror
in a dark closet
a dragon yawns

Somewhere, a guard
who must never sleep
closed her eyes

Scales sprout
livid across my back
crushing wings expert at karma


Tuesday, February 17, 2004
 
The Wet Promise
St. Helena, 2/27/04, 4:07 a.m.

Waves masquerading as "rain" cascade down the mountain. Seasonal streams surface as a flooding of milk splitting dark-green underbrush. Recall mother-of-pearls glimmering from ocean beds barely lit by the sun. Black-out as electricity fails. The only candle a lavender-scented stain in a square glass whose flickers fail to illumine the keyboard, though it enchants my cat. So I write

rains
shall
continue
pouring
at
noon
today

when
I
shall
defy
winter
by
flaring
cobalt
in
a
marble
pool

learning
to
swim
because
you
promised

the
island
shaped
like
"mango
or
avocado
depending
on
your
taste"

where
wild
orchids
and
giant
ferns
and
birds
of
paradise
and

bloom

as
we
penetrate
Soufriere's
crater
to
bring
the
flood
into
a
volcano

"Someday: Santa Lucia...."


Sunday, February 15, 2004
 
PINK SATIN

Here is the only Valentine's Day gift worthy of you:
http://sacbee.com/state_wire/story/8260120p-9190734c.html
--The Secret Lover



You love so hard your heart
implodes to offer a diamond

or a fist only she can unclench
for the hidden rosebud

whose petals were guarded
by steel thorns that pierced

your willing and tight grasp
as if "to ache is to feel"

As if absence is presence
when I know better

"My tongue parting your
lips to taste the wine

drenching the interior
of your mouth" is not

my tongue in your mouth
as thirsty as you are parched

in a need so painful
we would have bitten diamonds

to break teeth and release
blood to slake this wildness

far transcending Valentine's
pink satin if not between my thighs

Monday, February 02, 2004
 
The Expensive, Saffron Telegraph


(1)
Now, it begins

a tediously old story
space hollows itself out
breath hiccups

despite intentions
we cannot, cannot

you want me "happy"
I want you "wanting"

a red flood of falling petals

...why continue the old litany...

the Iron Gate rose for a reason


(2)
"But you don't want to drag me
into the sewer

"You know the sewer

"So you wake to look at me
and comprehend

"(while your empty pockets laugh)

"Your chains against my flesh
must be 24-karat gold"


(3)
black iron displacing light


(4)
sundering light for good reason

O, shuddering light

once a wave blushing against your skin



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