Wednesday, December 28, 2011

iron stove burns a slow red-veined coal morning


iron stove
burns
a slow
red-veined
coal morning
and
I'm clutched
by this gentle woman
at the edge
of last night's
calorescent
bliss.

my toes
at untucked
blanket's edge,
tips cold
like double-paned
frosted windows
compliment
our Christmas
fire
'neath
the sheets.

the city
is waking
hear
its citizen
sounds
but tender
I hold
my gentle woman
and
prolong
our present
glow.

morning stillness,
like a shield
or
an army's
barricaded flank,
forestalls
with unified purpose
cold's invase
and our
coalescence
with
citizen sounds.

For Poets Must Love

Heaven's most violent gust skates down an ice blue peak
Crashing into men or hardy tree
Or pulling sky's soft-white fall along like ice-diamond sabers,
Until the Heavenly burst reaches iced silence, a fin.

Whether in deep winter night's cold or summer solstice's dance
Where the joy of Dionysus lures domestic men and women
To the orgiastic wine-stained frenzy,
Even the tireless God must sleep.

Whether the West takes or the East gives,
Earthen days march steadily towards the Woman
Ready to wrap black cloaks across shoulders of the weary,
So they can rest, finally.

Yet before Her cloak touches skin,
Men and women seize chances for intimate revelation
To share, while wrapped, warm, in the arms of a lover
The grace which makes deep cold winter worth bearing,

For then we are Gods.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Before Roots Can Rot

Before roots can rot,
Pull with extravagant force towards the stars
And reverse the plant's gravity.

Make the ocean the sky
And the rain rise.
Force adaptation, incite the growth of healthy roots.