Monday, April 29, 2013

Invisible Schemes










691

A piano strains
A sweet song in a distance
a love song
so, so large with pain of ending
with plain posture and
gradual discoloration, an aging candle consuming
a feeling of leaving
the temple of pages
a cinder of longing.
A prince of symbols outside
with his gaze unfolded
with repeating gloves
with emerald cigarette smoking
is ignited in imagination
Retreating to his previous proceeding
where he occupies his amusement
by extracting a slender light
from a cylinder of final indication.

692

The melancholy sisters
of Connemara and Mantle
examine their craters
with mirrors of disaster
their image inverted in fumes of
wisdom, transparent and frozen
in glacial satisfaction
Motionless and compassionate
they come to resemble
an owl and a tree
complete with serpent, an angry dwarf;
solitary and senile
regarding his gift carefully
his attention is to the distance


693

We catalog our thoughts
Antiques covered in golden cloth
souvenirs of trips not taken
of wars and secret defeats
complete with footnotes
and reminders of our hidden,
overdue lives.
There are designs in crimson
sewn into each and every lesson,
pamphlets of victory
letters to hidden garrisons
primers of reckoning and
history obliterated
The volumes are tooled with
clues of those voyages
with captions and notes and
faded impressions of
long gone children and the
erasing of seasons.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Mizrach






Mizrach

688

Some work reveals the sign
it was always there
it was always a question of integrity
of friends who were departers
those who marked the night with obsolete names
for receding stars
unknown to the remainders stooping
behind servile doors
celestial in their valediction
inserting their mysterious keys
in locked tangents
and unlocking the sums of all angles
the sum of all hands
The hour of echoes is here

689

Daedalus in space
turning lost to the final star
heaven-born in a vibration of birth
remembering them, those killed in action
those lost in doorways
and station-to-station bathrooms
absolute, inclined spectators
Of various dawns
Bidden by craziness into
streets full of apparitions and loneliness
driven to charades of daybreak
and reminders of light
Daedalus ecstatic,
invisible.

690

If you try to describe the sensation
of diminishing will
you not arrive at the horizon?
Will you fold a map of these signs and
positions into a brief moment
of re-ascension?
Or maybe find a way to a bright circle
a center of assumed luminousness
accompanied in painful alteration
in peril, transposed
and finally left in darkness
at the foot of consequences?
What will happen
if you lose your compass?
Into what wind will you send your prayers?

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Indefinite Sidereal




685
The brilliancy of various stars
disappears tonight
brought down from known constellations
to the death of birth
what of phenomena?
What of eclipse and
the vastness of lonely orbit?
The years of wind have worn away
the luminous beauty of revolution
and revealed the origin of the water,
the moon and Andromeda are born and die
on its obscure surface
And the occasional meteor
whose life – so much more brief
but none-the-less
similar in value

686
I was convinced of your antiquity
it was a proof of rain
and a dream of reflections
your rising motion spoke no more of
heaven than if it was a sea of possibility
Your tempest of method has ceased
to be of any value and
may be an error of beauty
Your presence is frenzy, a
crater of fallacy an analogy of delirium

Why must I now wane?

687

Oh, silent, luminous year, you
consume my admiration, you
speak with the light of the indefinite
Your outline, your trajectory
traces the suggestion of shadow
my splendid gaze
now shuttered.