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To My Wife

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-polis

cumulose

cloud-city


fair,

oh city where

fog drowns the sunlit air

a tone, bronze bell song


gold, where sky peals
light

to metal-gilt sun

And old,

our careless minds


sing cobalt unity


to endless

silver

skyline

My Palm; Laden with Night

 Umber to black, ebon-black

  shadows that cannot stir,

 that cannot creep out from

under the cool and heavy dark,

 dark of memory, of memory

when leg, oh shift-shattered

 leg breaks fall to cold, bleary

  floor, hard fall, broken

   remains, cold stair

    winding down to depths

       below

Till present still, dark still

  and night preserves englassed

   with sucrose clouds heavy

   on sky’s edge, pale gray

     and violet blur at far’s reach, far

   faded (mild air, warm nothing) with

     groan of sky

Cat paw and tail, hiss of night

  nagging with glow-burn in hand

  smell specks drifting down in gray

 ashen heaps, I hold:

    nothing (cold meaningless)

     nothing (sky)

      nothing (cat)

        nothing paper rolled

          nothing

Else I hold naught, in hand

   up stair, wood stair, cool

 cement-dust floor to stair,

  up stair, slow-pad,

     lift, kitty litter in palms

  of my feet, blackened pads,

                       I pause-

      -still (night reeks) 

   and open heavy-creak door

I miss you/It’s been a few hours

  I miss you in a certain way, so that I

just want to press my body into yours enfold

myself into you, around you, touch your palms,

 the pads of your fingers to mine, just hold you to me

  embrace you until I grow weak because your warmth

is something I need, something I think about al-

ways, until the next time I can be with you, next

 to you, with your head your hair your legs

  next to me, that is all I want, and until then

 I can think of nothing else, and this chest this

body is filled with longing, a kind of sick empti-

ness, and I just sit here, pining, pining, until

 I can again press my lips to yours, rapt in

  your saccharine presence  

A Past Unpassing

I stop to wonder how,

long ago, long in the past of my life

you held me beneath you, beneath

the fermented scent of asphalt

and soured lunch, with bees

in annular motion drinking

of sweat and sugar granules

then passing on, on to feed

again, far away from this place,

from the skin and paste and melted

fabric of pavement

     I looked up so fondly into

the sun, tried to hold my eyes

to the purpose, to stare straight

through the webs and cloth

that wrap around the solar frame-

but I turn, vision branded

with a knowledge of where

I was to belong

     For months I cried to my

room, to my mattress, to photos

of yearbooks past, torn and glor-

ified, bless’d and libel’d by my

tempest heart

     Even now, so many moons

past and vanish’d, I still see thee,

oh voluminous annuli, oh rubicund

mantle spread pale and white

and comely, blushing down, down

to my gloomy pith

"Arrive thou vernal equinox"

I met her fallow in the Spring

when sunlight nibbled trees,

to bring

their buds to fuller

blooming - - sky

and wind, thee

wise, unending, sand

and sun, thou

sprawl’d, unflinching - - thus

my heart, flecked

with sepal, sap and honey

throb on, throb song

of Winter’s cold, fey sun and stone

that brightens now

to snowdrop yawn

To My Wife

If you’re interested in reading a hypertext I wrote and designed … 
(follow the narrative by clicking “older” at the bottom of the page)

-polis

cumulose

cloud-city


fair,

oh city where

fog drowns the sunlit air

a tone, bronze bell song


gold, where sky peals
light

to metal-gilt sun

And old,

our careless minds


sing cobalt unity


to endless

silver

skyline

My Palm; Laden with Night

 Umber to black, ebon-black

  shadows that cannot stir,

 that cannot creep out from

under the cool and heavy dark,

 dark of memory, of memory

when leg, oh shift-shattered

 leg breaks fall to cold, bleary

  floor, hard fall, broken

   remains, cold stair

    winding down to depths

       below

Till present still, dark still

  and night preserves englassed

   with sucrose clouds heavy

   on sky’s edge, pale gray

     and violet blur at far’s reach, far

   faded (mild air, warm nothing) with

     groan of sky

Cat paw and tail, hiss of night

  nagging with glow-burn in hand

  smell specks drifting down in gray

 ashen heaps, I hold:

    nothing (cold meaningless)

     nothing (sky)

      nothing (cat)

        nothing paper rolled

          nothing

Else I hold naught, in hand

   up stair, wood stair, cool

 cement-dust floor to stair,

  up stair, slow-pad,

     lift, kitty litter in palms

  of my feet, blackened pads,

                       I pause-

      -still (night reeks) 

   and open heavy-creak door

I miss you/It’s been a few hours

  I miss you in a certain way, so that I

just want to press my body into yours enfold

myself into you, around you, touch your palms,

 the pads of your fingers to mine, just hold you to me

  embrace you until I grow weak because your warmth

is something I need, something I think about al-

ways, until the next time I can be with you, next

 to you, with your head your hair your legs

  next to me, that is all I want, and until then

 I can think of nothing else, and this chest this

body is filled with longing, a kind of sick empti-

ness, and I just sit here, pining, pining, until

 I can again press my lips to yours, rapt in

  your saccharine presence  

A Past Unpassing

I stop to wonder how,

long ago, long in the past of my life

you held me beneath you, beneath

the fermented scent of asphalt

and soured lunch, with bees

in annular motion drinking

of sweat and sugar granules

then passing on, on to feed

again, far away from this place,

from the skin and paste and melted

fabric of pavement

     I looked up so fondly into

the sun, tried to hold my eyes

to the purpose, to stare straight

through the webs and cloth

that wrap around the solar frame-

but I turn, vision branded

with a knowledge of where

I was to belong

     For months I cried to my

room, to my mattress, to photos

of yearbooks past, torn and glor-

ified, bless’d and libel’d by my

tempest heart

     Even now, so many moons

past and vanish’d, I still see thee,

oh voluminous annuli, oh rubicund

mantle spread pale and white

and comely, blushing down, down

to my gloomy pith

"Arrive thou vernal equinox"

I met her fallow in the Spring

when sunlight nibbled trees,

to bring

their buds to fuller

blooming - - sky

and wind, thee

wise, unending, sand

and sun, thou

sprawl’d, unflinching - - thus

my heart, flecked

with sepal, sap and honey

throb on, throb song

of Winter’s cold, fey sun and stone

that brightens now

to snowdrop yawn

-polis
My Palm; Laden with Night
I miss you/It’s been a few hours
A Past Unpassing
"Arrive thou vernal equinox"

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