Aubade
O sky on whose soft bed of air
an eagle feather fluoresces
porched above adventure
on ledges of knife’s thickness
above stained-with-strawberry satin
on the mouth-of-the-earth’s pillow.
Day breaks the heart of the body
of dawn’s lung liquefying,
coughing its song of decay
in blossoming putrefaction:
delicate flecks of pearl,
puddle of pink-green feathers.
Earth, death, beauty:
A Madagascar bird snake’s
coughed from its throat of azure
serpent-vomited rainbow
nightmare iridescence,
dust on the horizon
like beads of colored phlegm;
earth’s lung lined with moulting
feathers steeped in dying
apricot-compote syrup;
larks’ lungs poached in wine sauce;
the spectacular, tubercular
stained-pillow dawn.
August 2013
The City
Soles sucked by sobbing cement, I sauntered
Killed by gravity’s amorous hug. I wandered
City sidewalks dead with feet imprisoned
In unobstructed freedom’s dense derision.
This ossified bone of civilized contention
Spacious enough to hide creation’s stench in,
This architectural sepulcher dedicated
To housing mankind’s criminally medicated,
Can only, having passed enlightenment’s due date,
Fart exhaust fumes, and in a taxi’s queue wait.
October 2013
