Russian Trumpets

(Telemachus 8)

Terrible Caliban now

insane you’re crazy

with intention and pain you

keep your mother close like a

cold servant.

Drawing your own

radiant lips with which to

speak temptation you

will ask me to

be Plainlooking with spirit and fear

I can’t hold this mirror any longer,

for the mockery of teeth,

For the sunlit eyes.

Winter Light

(Laestrygonians 205)

Shameful nature you
shrunken fiction, like
some unborn Hamlet,
the father of love
the father of error
the father of uncertainty.

Himselfhisownfather
The envy of Mars he
Is irretrievably flung,
Shybrightly token

Into the beast of decline.

Fiat Ars!

Telemachus 6

Will you have fear of envy?

tripping shiny, woeful, love, while

some drowning hero

tries to guess the contents

of an irish pocket .

Speak of delight

in sunny Athens

tell me, why don’t you

tell me, my love?

(Note- this is the second version of Telemachus 6- see December 3, 2008)

Noise

Nausicaa 397

Elegance of the rain leaves
Off where the heat refuses to
Resolve.

The flesh now broils
With poorest ascendancy where
Nation-states stir with the blade
Of Egypt.

Der Himmel Ueber Los Angeles

Circe 526

Amusing tongue
You swell with smut and blood
Repugnant with faith and repentance
Mute and pinned to some
Shitty poem like a dishcloth tail.
Leering oath, puking hag,
gibbering among the hogs and
Wretches, revolting obscenity
Life of crime
vanishing

God's Mouthpiece

the Wandering Rocks 276

With-holding its own

The gap tap tap tapping

The husband of lovesongs

Makes his way to the bar

He finds his lost voice and

Takes it by the throat
Where it waits to be

Held to the ear of some passing hearer

Among the pale golden scoundrels

Gliding by atop the waves.

Smoke Rising From the Deck

The Lotus Eaters 136
With his weeping mouth
Rhyming with men
The goat makes himself a new skin.

With the talent of the cyclone
He turns out to be a star
Disdained for a kiss.

Now dressed and silvertongued
He comes home to Dublin
And rests among men.