August poem

  

     Serō^               {fr Days of Mercury}

                               

Wind tide
scarred sometimes
By dust spikes
blinding
pulverized
trajectories exhaled
in coarse flight bolted
bloodier feral heart
iridescent
dodgy
tracks
soars
scape unlocks
as waters trisect
frieze northward
to an invisible gorge
balancé
shimmer
trace^untouched
geo quantum
finally along the promontory

Mercury
at vanishing point
embark
It is all over for now
Iron eyes obliterating
light years
cataloguing the isles of the dead
Hermes  ignites
winged temples to
eclipse the
eternal outlier
blood Venus
unguarded in the
ice basilica
its innards collapsed into
the fevered expanse
a tether
a theory
a twitch
that recalls
thought
but Mercury still dreams
With the
disappeared
Liberated
Reconvened in mighty silence
It is all water music
heard inside
energy concussed
hovers at azimuth
sometimes a dusk reveals
that all his missions had
been vaporized as
Mercury enters the cobalt fury of Olympus

 

LGBTQ=+PridePoetries

endlessly, from last night

   fr Right Before I Met Vincent

the pulse
blue echo

the concussive
murmurings earlier
spying my belly button
in a drawer between
with shredded  biker socks

still molting at 7:42

rusty gaze

as marble sinews pulse
from vodka/quaalude
vision

geometric ink

butterfly on your left shoulder

(that you don’t remember getting when

you were stationed in San Diego

the day you burned your dress blues)

danced the night away out of our minds
lusting off
to eternity
this trail of

whispers
ending in a
glitteringly butch
shadows
dreamt only once before now hover in
diamond movement
tattoo

à l’après-midi d’un faune
Angling over a
busted wall
-when did you
share me
with candy-
from the other club last night
it is time to go out to dance, no?
is it still 3:20

1972 drenched
In sex forgotten in a flash with  all the
beautiful ones inhabiting the
Atlantis galleria
busted open

in the rumbling
strata of debris or the glorious
basilica liberated from any former crime
in faith knowing we
we are giving our bodies to each
other

resplendent sweated mighty

unlost

human havoc

sane all the same
sounds of falling onyx
& crystals
dripping
cracks below
Leaves scrapping  branches
of blue mercury

running through
Fingers onto
the temples
we hear
sonic psalms
La la la Sacre du Printemps
to escape the sound
Of the blood pulsing together

of the blood of ancestors

of the blood of ideas

of the blood of body

the blood of mind

the blood of soul

witness to live

inside a
Coldest room
waiting for scarred
voices down here

behind
Flamingotangerinefucshia
Dahliadarling ascendent
souls’ blood dancing

from the  indigo  sea

Andy-was-here-once&
Paul&Assotto
Larry&Timmy&
Keith&Ted&Pearl&SarahVaughan&Joey&Christopher
Georgio&Alberto&Michael&Marcel&Menage

&PeterMiguelJimmy&Sylverster&JohnAnthony=et. fuckin’ al. baby
nobody walked away
empty hearted
the corners
of the rooms folded up
not inside shadow
on bluer shadow
pulsing resonance
concussive dissonance
as the body starburst

endlessly through that smashed atom
still dancing with Shiva we dance for you&we dance for with you perpetuo molto

on ink-night beholden to our rainbow warriors
                                                                                                                          so mighty real

for Sylvester & all warriors

poetries

 

 

From Days of Mercury

 

prelude in transit

~”wordless darkness that underlies all verbal truth~Perhaps something only music could suggest”   -Timebends  by Arthur Miller

 

spiraling dissonance
dragged out of the ice basilica

Sutured behind a wing
vanished into sky

escaping through hands
Unwritten unspoken

swallowing the illusion
mourned to infinity

retold through time
vanquished eye
Secret away
witness from afar

catapulted yet saved in the steeled notes

banished from consciousness
but not lost finally
in the
precision of this music
conjured from the lines
Of  profane air

blessed  godless rune

sacred to itself

foretold by the wings of mercury

a prelude in transit
Riveted to his track
pulverized
then returned

this night

where these souls and eyes

dance again

 

 

Delphinium a gay garden May 2000 (revisited)

Delphinium ~ a gay garden, revisited
May 2000

‘Till the shadows
on his past
In a separate garden.

Except that we were
laughing
they too
were full silhouettes

in bloom

& not to bother

to intrude on mindless
heads thrown back for
That late brunch
sun mocking itself
meanwhile
a frond noir
Tricking the eye into
Thinking that it is

reseeing a day of youth
the shade of shadows
in shadows
we don’t really remember
even 20 years ago before

the last fall
When everyone was
subsumed
vortex
justanothermonster
million-rooted blood hydra
just another monster
to be melted

who were we but
all of us

to be still here

on this day buried
behind black purple
Siberian irises
splashed with cheap mimosas
or aubergine

sweated morning glories
all flora

staying out for a long
nevermore luxuriant

Lurching
fox gloves
slap each

other with tired lilies
forgetting a century
of black Pagliaci tears)

Spilled over lips
With winds swirls
making us blink vs
red or violet afterburns
to champagne
pink fade
blades
running
once,
leaves of grass
swat and sway
all afternoon
Trying to dance against
the lazy chorus of chive hammers
the entrada of
blurviolet organza
brushing by
Spiked feathers
Tripped over bowl of clover
Whispered over
villainous amaryllis

accidental
camaraderie
loitering
With such beautiful intent

Snapdragons in
snarky venereal poses
Under arc of skid row
rails repopulated with lilac clematis
(ear-ringed, dreadlocked)
And Camille

ignores

enough to
Descend.
On neon Medusa

granite dragon
ignored
unbloomed with doubt
certain of the galaxy
chrysanthemum
if it survives
Root map of the ants
cotillion next door to
The red speck-flies
Amok on mauve silk belles
willow

spiraled in
gnarled beauty
because of the early heat
and forget-me-nots
lost on other endless afternoons
the amber showdown
vaporized our outfits
reassemble from last
night
unforced bloomed
in the twilight

of blue roses
we’ve never

knew the worse

The lovers gone
Friends silenced
out of the
heroic sea
of unwanted souls
What we
were once
& need to be again
Will always be

kept like the
Ghosts of the gardens at Versailles.
Those forgotten blooms
still lost in someone else’s time

no we did not
remember promises not to
fall in love
Have sex
Not to cheat on our lovers
Or press leaves between
The pages of the pact that
We are finally
loving witness for each other
that is our sanctified root
the perpetual motion

on this last day

So the light changed
there is laughter
same larkspur
flying out of Troy
To drown out
cry for the next rain
soaring in this
dank metropolis
so supple
so fetid sometimes
she soars
in the field of
Delphinium

So instead do not
turn our back
On the blinded warriors
going back in
to say goodbye
unforeshadowed

Queens of the Garden

(For Jack & those beautiful men gathered

May 2000)

 

 

annual revisit & some replanting to Delphinium, A Gay Garden

from Gyroscopes

From Gyroscopes  (appendix)

The NYTimes 4.25.2016 reports that

……………..half of which includes “candidate phyla radiation” that are still waiting to be discovered. Humans are in the bottom branch of eukaryotes…

 

Eukaryotes the gods

so underoversidewaysdown

 

 smashing neologic

mirrors obliterata

recited on the bottom of the ocean

Not a glimpse or                                        word will be revealed 

vaporized on our way

So the creatures stay under

don’t acknowledge heavens

fly unsidedownoveroverover

visera oceanic

There is a clue that

A million blood tongue hydra sleeps

For now gurgles conceals 

metagallatic

In a cell

& Spica bacillica   

cosmic ice 

 a vanquished hole

chains devolved 

unvoided              reheard            quantum swallowed

fucking     unvoided

ibidibidibid

 vaulted from the Blacksea

until  until until

the infinite if

or Igor unleashes Le Sacre du Printemps

or Cocteau smokes enough for Beauty and the Beast

& Isadora crashes  through the trees in the Urals

to smacks into Vaslav midair

& Monk’s releases chromatic infinity

or Chet Plays the Mercury L

after night falls

Renaldo escapes and writes in water for all  Atlantis 

evidence of things not seen

making  the safe path for the pagans to return

Poetries

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poetics

Vernissage fr Right Before I Met Vincent
The crumbs & vapor
distinct enough not to
Even need to know
If we were going
Uptown, downtown
or crosstown
Claude and me
stumbled out of the
Wander In’ breathing heavy
Fire, to clear the way
not knowing
Even when or why it that we
headed out
last night?
A willful blur
Some micro-pill mixed
Or so Montreaux at lunch
Vodka for dinner
A floor show at the Met
With Aida Mann
Storming down the aisle
proclaiming in disgust
“That hideous soprano stole my act!”
(We escaped but not before
pouring Aida in a cab)
“take me to the Silhouette
I go on in five minutes and pick me up
In a half hour and bring me back here for
The last act.”
We were dodgy in a separate hitch
To Larry’s opening
Which the artist
usually doesn’t attend until
Everyone but possible
Fuck buddies leave
so we swung
By his flat to see
And magically
Of course
Everyone was there instead
Apparently we were the last to arrive before
Two men in kilts stood guard
Drinks were shoved
In our hands
And Claude collapsed
In a sullen heap
as everyone fell
Silent
Violin and piano music
Engulfed the room
With hostile phrases
razor sharp
note bends
furious contrapuntal
Interlocks that
faded to
echoes of blue
whisper
“I heard that once before
In Prague, after
The war.”
Vincent said
And without a word
We left on the
Steal shadows
dragged out of the room
Unwritten, unspoken
swallowing escape
vanquished eye
To truths
another day
Remembering to forget
scarred waltz time
released in the pages
Of a lost book
in transit
Riveted to the track
Crushed repeatedly
then entering a new night
When it is played again
silent nocturne

Poetries

– Andrea Clearfield’s Salon botanicals – 5.24.2016LJW-

 

From The Music Rooms

prelude in transit

          ~wordless darkness that underlies all verbal truth~Perhaps                                    something only music could suggest|Timebends Arthur Miller 
Steel shadows
dragged out of the room
Sutured behind a wing
vanished into sky
Unwritten, unspoken
mourned to infinity
swallowing illusion, escape
through the hands
retold through time
vanquished eye
Secreted away
witness
swallowed day
absent of reason
of any
Remembering
but that
progression of scarred waltz time
conjured from the pages
Of a burned book
prelude in transit
Riveted to the track
pulverized repeatedly
then entering a new night
When it is played again
for the first time