3. love’s labour’s won
XXXIII Sunflower
Uncertain of order
were the flowers first or
the frayed fistfuls found
on recently turned ground
remembrance mounds absent
days of chains of buried ways
with the faces of the dead we
end their lackadaisical end
as wail wept and whine kept
confined in a body shrine
or given air to show and tell
tradition in a decibel
Sob sob me not
straight laces in knots
bouquets and a lot of
talk that too wont be caught
or held as another and
(abandon as wishes)
lost as any wish is
the frenzy of an evening
thought, as readily gone
once wed and left to element
With ethers certainty
either the alacrity of wit
or its stumbled double-step
too altitudinous or decrepid
to pine for stand in line fir
spruces transmutable out-
lines for all your funnel
vision needles bristles
figures aping in cones
Cut-catch me as you can
cant believe fiction as weaved
to exist in what a bunch of
things supposedly supposed to
tell of love won wrenched or fallen
limp with-in their glass, casement, vase
XXXIV Butterfly Sin Reconocer
Butter up but not
emptily as fat, lavish as
my aims can be and swell
as the seas most unsettled
these butterflies beget no
peace of mind mine as yet
specifically the reach of
wings when wet lessens
this monarchs realm but not
the distance intended pre-went
What the effect would be
of just one of us midflight
deciding todays magnometer
is all wrong for us ever
pious for another basilica
of air the faith dares in the face
bate basilisk and breath when
heaven sent is nothing, absolutely,
weightless, without, being, basic
Basically speaks of speech
rudimentally we have elevated
above the need to utter but
not to she that flutters as in-
delible cachet of candor kin
and friendship that isnt
necessary to signal or sky-
write final the flight plan and
light-up the impending strip
Landings cant be a planned
affair a fair farewell to the air
as echoes in the tunnel of your
skull wind will para siempre carry
what was between us in the same
gustwords, air and space shared
XXXV Aurora Dancing
Take away his way and hers
my way and yours as drawers
and the doors that attire what
would be greater out of them
spun to sputtering all we ad-
dress, adore, the ballerina
step the footballer score
so far kept independently
but ultimately unneeded
After all the cavalcade
called for we wore no shoe
held no ornament the more
for truth is within rhythm
unconstrained by rhyme all
the time listening and in bands
we spent was not empty how-
ever loud or low, non existential
or sublime we can pick it up,
each other, and saunter on
And when we meet you watch
me for the lead and though its
mine alone you focus openly and
I step away from repetition as
the one true believer belief each
repetition deadens its forerunners
and well springs my drink isnt
artisean to the effete these two
feet all for floors all fours trip
and soar the lighthouse rounds
rising, neither spiral nor straight,
ghostly coasting before a light
XXXVI Loon
Inability to walk on land
lum lummox not me rummy
or just unaccustomed as I am
regent and representative and
resent the reprehensible mess-
ages sent still never letting
regret shoot me through
like blue egrets she wanted to
wear upon her head and of
a feather you were, wanted, too
No they dont shoot loons
in this state as that debate was
province of thirsty naturalists with
the sanguine thirst ha! Thats not
to be alliterative as phantoms a
discursive first nor the butt but
water off my own loony behind
behind you and the bin comes
a change for you and me thats
not just delineation of intern
pages and pushpins of an indifferent
existence we learned unsafe to
parade wade deep in public
Let me in unlock
the door or youll
know my own turn
of the key releasing
reservation in the jacket
the perennial hemmed me
down with the goose and
out to lunch bump it off
not a sniffle cough or hack it
hackle at the back of it, neck,
missed before absence and its
chill, spectral, as you will
XXXVII Loon Coloratura
Sprung from a precocial clutch
and vice I trill as defiantly
as I will, smile at the
moon he knows her mosey
all along or knew truly as a loon-
lunatic moon-calf haberdasher mad
that your share of jabber wacky
and his will momentarily
mingle the audible glee and
visible tinges in inspired eyes
Baby dont let humor lessen
the importance of
to you,
and let that not be a blank but
trailings off of sentences left
for finishing, later, and better
heard worded or observed at that
calendar we can we cant wait
to rip when whiter ice turns
blue as luminescent pools in May
we find a day where hitherto
there wasnt room for two
of us off the frozen crust
but I am not afraid to fall,
again, I lilt anthems a match
for all rough or placid ends
Feet outside of the steel,
still apart from rippling wells
and instruments of steady
increments we are a part, run,
timeless, of a race, we see all
about from the spout of a dream
not doubting us among men sent
to the mouth of seaways, theirs and
ours dreamily fill all surrounding us
surroundings with the sounds we make
to breathe, breathe to make inimitable
XXXVII Aurora Dancing To AD
Maybe the AD means more
to me than mere play and
all that befalls transcends
what can be seen in a single
sky felt in only ones own
step or heard within the one
year of the numbers given here
hear lively pairs can never be
confined to music quietly
muses a mind alone
Anno D another day to me
and to whose god do we dance
around after that disco-
discord and overboard approach
a deacon deke reproach dec-
ember didnt need to float on
open water frozen not only
your toes in oh how it melts
Attention detention can
bring an end to retention
re tension and distances
between misleading points
of thermometers not observed
how hot of her in turn return
the figure she twists with us
glides more than the sky
Amy defined what it
was to love and be loved
by me the need to move
wrapped up an advent bone
dryer than a fireside whisper
(:both infernally inspired:)
but if you listen where
the snap ends, when she dawns
a communication of elements
takes the pain of any death
XXXIX BF Farebeats Eudaemonia
Betterfly or be befuddled
be on your feet butterfly
be found and befriended
be bested in that endeavor
or be free as a tabby catting
on its beam or the boy scratching
his+her initially on the beech
bark remarking on our future
and how better it will be far-
sighted as a tree can be, embark
Far be it from me
of she or her breathtaking
face the music was said
even when severe impassions
me not to take up the fleece
of sheep being fearful to
flock to the top of lakes
greater than any single
wave breaking planes Im on,
tarry, or take off again
Behind the baffle,
a beating is felt and
we keep the heat and sound,
to take wing as centuries
of believers persist insisting
in belief beyond fallibility
and ability to introduce to
us behind freethinking eyes
bug and implore both forward
both for bygones thwarted or
befallen of powder wings and I
by a kiss flew by sans souci
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
TO A BUTTERFLY
Ive watched you now a full half hour
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!not frozen seas
More motionless!and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sisters flowers:
Here rest your wings when they are weary,
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
Well talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
XL Stamina(!)
The sunflower reminds me
of far away a love and by the
roadside dandelion core of
me corona she glows so
agreeably picked and if
lips put together can
blow the distance for a seed
is gone, far, in reconnaissance
and not retreat prepare ye
thou for the all out sortie
Now my bloom I know
when a go out of control
mission that isnt ordained
in some faraway room by
who do you know showing
colorful pins know-nothings
it isnt the end or even the
beginning of it, but we can
cover it near as we wish
to as one in the books
(A)interlude
Love heavy with petals
and I directly turn into
the dawns direction an
aura worthy of auroras
westerly procession and greek
to me to latin too meek a
roman nose supposes no
hyperion or gods abloom
can cause her to lose one
bud to scatter me rather at
the gathering I am, scavenged,
not as a thorns or soreness be-
hind blinding sun-light but
an ament caught scent of
and swept up breezily
XLI Midnight Sun
See no rise over her
when it refuses to set to
end we do out of the dark
slope with the summit of
risk this distant peak be-
tween becomes airy and
spacious as languages dead
and barely breathing feel
cape capable still in foot-
hills to communicate you will
Up it went and we an-
cestral remember an event
outside of our lifetimes we
are older now than any one
span needing no reason ken or
faith other than our common one
we were forever fond of running
up fond of running forever for
we cant keep awake as mount-
ains but as one we stay
I find you on the eastern
lee and easterly I mean to be
as westerly I am incoming
Let us never let
the rubric of one
or metric of another
monument one shining
mountain beyond and
resultant from nature
waylay the coming light
and grid there under-
mining ray roof and right
write of how days defined
XLII Maple Leaf Shitter
Ignominious as this end
is when up against it shitter
absentia tendrils and chloro-
phyll your down fallen ends
as scrounged all the colours
round out the bow and found
out the lowliest velleity traject-
ory or I make it sound pretty by
flowery words why we all of
any wherewithal fall down
The gutter guard, shield or
sheaths neath your cap and stoo-
lie swears lying straight ahead you
wont have to reach from under
to liberate the life and leave
spigots free for doubtless bouts
of inclemency stormy weather
made the stately vane aimless
and lightning rods a lecher god
mocks by cow prod and cattle
catcher had your head of steam
been blindered by its burrowing
Lender be thy smeary
name, but a spray of sprigs
on a trunk of many branches
and as a reveration akin to
a reverend berating the sunday
throng until the patty cakers on
bongo or paddy bakers thongs
go take their pies to the sill
sillier the sundry uninterested
lastly come to and come to rue
root the counter-movers move (moo!)
to reprove natures heraldry by de-
composition of red dead leaves
in the applicability of night
soil and human removal
XLIII Cat Paw
Prints in sand and snow
nothing permanent though
an Antarctic sample drilled
will reveal an animal past
voluminated in a microbe
pentothal au natural of
nature bare in the long claw and
crimson tooth couldnt say sooth
for improvements or what we
lose slow on our way home
Prints in skin, contagions
may seem impermanent but
the infectious sway of their de-
sign and precipitous timing
might make the stretch of a single
dexterous paw pad seem preening
in sweet evening ambles until one
glance up from eyes dilated
wide at the high moon and all
is saga in parchment and tide
Print begins understatedly
simple things as cut and
dry as quill and ink black
and white as that india and
A4 paper sheet, a liquidity
linguistic if you think how (howl)
fluid the move from flagellum
to fin to paw to hand it to
me, as real as you have read
in all dimensions presented
by feet completely bared
and depth with width this lin-
ear, and non (anon) testimony
testing where, when, a D may end
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XLIV Snow Flake Balieni
A climate cant lower or
lift its voice, converse on
any scale we have made out
of mercury but we are a ware
of its presence in the air and
by conversion believe we
exert a more proprietary
force than purely to observe
If the pristine flake is
flawed it is loss of meaning in
a word like awesome to the true
majesty of the awe inspiring
fall and an audacity to
construct or mendacity to
obstruct fore the love of polar
bears instructs what becomes
of reigning in the straits widen
little minds and hans islands
Say mine! Nares snares and
ivory shine of the broad ice
sheets abroad covers shame
as the caps came and went
to know they split without
another word inclined to un
nouvea sens and ny betydning
why the line is in cheek, hook
is all néo noima to me tisfira
dida será whatever will be will
not freeze or thaw because of
men foresaw hades in jaws a
whale falls on your innebörd
or the aratana imi harpoon
in me lest we bleed out the bone
before hitting the hwæl-weg home
XLV Fireweed Parterre
August was once the weed
month of the horrible yearly
human chore or frenzy for
herbivores going green was
their sentiment from the first
foliage burst or release of me-
thane these mother-minded
mammals realise to oxidise
is not ours to reason why di-
oxide rises like the heat we
stir the second waves burn
as labs we had to learn
I love you as much as
a cumbersome assembly
of carbon can, a man
and his animation is for
her fleeting words worthy
of repeating for we will
be puddles and fossils
with a possession pre-
us burning on beyond
composition of the air
and where the oxygen is
gone still, we smoulder
We give it all in
the name of beauty and
gave the same a patriation
an apparition appreciation
of the other, from tumble-
weed blown or weepy milk
weed home of tigers and sea-
weed we do not keep in baggy
tank or bower bed tillable ours
til weeds are even with eden
XLVI Falling Star (Firmament) Arc-en-ciel
Return to the tense,
this isnt when we let
grammar manhandle all
pleasure from meaning
return to your streaming
of old, the skyward dome,
its beaming compendium
of nuclear denizens light
wholly shedding anew of
human night time perpetual
giver of spectrum to dreams
Fall falling fallen fell
the dénouement or opening
spell, spilled all in a blink or
stretch or yawn honestly aglow
as the you-know-what is long
so let em come, (as if) just for us
as we do diligently vigil with our
love of both the unknown and
unknowable honed for this
moment only we two exist for
in all history, here on earth and
after the extraterrestrial thespian
up there keeps us from being star
bored, for your private adoration
If you cant grasp the vast
mathematical hoard showered
here in near impossible we are
even witness to one countless
beacon above is to have won
a celestial windfall nonpareil
XLVII Harvest Moon HM, MH Unblenching
We are lulled near the end,
stillness not of passivity but
passion for having lived well
and sucked the marrow bar-
baric yawps cant be tran-
slated, nor their piquant
prepossessive air for savoir
faire have never met a manI
no! open faced and handed
to a fellowcan understand
it slit up a treat no matter
the tongue a mother spoke
Pausing not even to breathe
only to process an emotion
as to emote devotion to
life and its dues youre not
human if you dont rue once
the need to lose at least your
loves if not your own certain
death so you cry when they
die on you no winter wheat
repeat in season eighty and two
But for every wane there
is us the living rust floods
our veins forever ranges of
dreams no better placed than
in heartland soil, ripened grain
is general all over our home-
land long-hungering terrain
and in that abundance you
have no cause left to weep
(drain the ducts and feign the
ducks for the final migration)
XLVIII Loon 23:22
Whether the wind whispers
it, or it is that quixotic
last laugh itself humanitys
answer for all kingdoms
come high water or low
tiding all the same to
river seaway and canal
passing empty city gates or
making for them standing
best as the jetty protects
Man I am.
And more, boat or shore
hold your paddle as gavia
immer or voyageur were
proud to sing out the count
of heave and rest when we
can breathe there is much to
suffer but I do suffer it
gladly as the loon refusing
to let fool epithets stick
When at the navigable end
I remember fresher water
here rejects our tears and
turns salty to clear looking
in a lone loon the tone of
yesterdays soot, newsprint
of the current and tomorrow
more snow already set to go
Laughter, lifted like lighthouses
observed over oceans open
vested voices veils vouchsafing
each escape, estuary, end
XLIX by Neruda, from Cien sonetos de amor
Its today: all of yesterday dropped away
among the fingers of the light and the sleeping eyes.
Tomorrow will come on its green footsteps;
no one can stop the river of the dawn.
No one can stop the river of your hands,
your eyes and their sleepiness, my dearest.
You are the trembling of time, which passes
between the vertical light and the darkening sky.
The sky folds its wings over you,
lifting you, carrying you to my arms
with its punctual, mysterious courtesy.
Thats why I sing to the day and to the moon,
to the sea, to time, to all the planets,
to your daily voice, to your nocturnal skin.
C by Neruda, from Cien sonetos de amor
In the center of the earth I will push aside
the emeralds so that I can see you
you like an amanuensis, with a pen
of water, copying the green sprigs of plants.
What a world! What deep parsley!
What a ship sailing through the sweetness!
And you, maybeand me, maybea topaz.
There’ll be no more dissensions in the bells.
There won’t be anything but all the fresh air,
apples carried on the wind,
the succulent book in the woods:
and there where carnations breathe, we will begin
to make ourselves a clothing, something to last
through the eternity of a victorious kiss.
Coda
Coda.
So much said
has been hard
of hearing apart
waters of the ear
wax an indigenous
reaction standing
at the land bridge
between continental
strolls dispositional
shoes and boats and
bowls beyond the line
or even sight of
trees so far tidied
the thick from the fat
Ambiguity.
Denounced.
Lime Tree Arbour Nick Cave
the boatman calls from the lake
a lone loon dives upon the water
i put my hand over hers
down in the lime tree arbour
the wind in the trees is whispering
whispering low that i love her
she puts her hand over mine
down in the lime tree arbour
through every breath that i breathe
and every place i go
there is hand that protects me
and i do love her so
there will always be suffering
it flows through life like water
i put my hand over hers
down in the lime tree arbour
the boatman he has gone
and the loons have flown for cover
she puts her hand over mine
down in the lime tree arbour
through every word that i speak
and every thing i know
there is a hand that protects me
and i do love her so
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