Saturday, May 23, 2015

We would see great fields of dandelion

                                                                                                       Milkweed and Wooden Leg, acrylic on canvas

Was this forest burden. To leave our body.
There is beauty being that were tender.

That were whispers intent. Then the living
twigs to hem arising shapes. We are dilute

veiled in sufficient fields pulsing. Moving
lights alongside formless hills. We were

created affluent. By that had hat and hand.
Could well have been her father’s trousers

were left balled behind us. We align limp
at each barren yield. Want exhaustion did.

Bloomed about the caul that were negated
by left felt the wrapped moon. Discarded

to our feel sought and then stumbled case.
About to go drunk on a cocoon of laughter

healing against us. We bend wept for joy.
There in our heart traced had grown to the

worm glow beyond is fresh. Borne wonder
worn apart in pursuit a tactile pleasure bin.

Eye of the Rabbit

    Before a brain been forth. Before too tender
the narrow is. Had rustled about this canyon
    dwelt atop powerful haunches. Into the purer
eye the rabbit nestles in transient socket. Had
    etched upon fragile grass is welded across a
spirit world seeming. And revolves the seeing
    eye in whose sluice a moist coddled. Brought
such wonders across barriers the shepherded
    batter. Had shaven some this humble morning.
Filled the belly on young alfalfa ties the farmer
    let spread and shuffled to the brush future is.
Keyed such memory portals for the garroted
    decay. Everything else turned prescient in the
eye ajar. Bells sung to the meadow enable seem.

(Yellow Medicine Review, Spring 2015)

In These Dandelion Hood

Milk cloak the bindle jar. Blanket a bent
milk tampering left cloak flowing. Made

milk of these flower robes. Milked even
of cowlick. That the dulled robes tapped

a skirt where in a dandelion hood. Once
been ruined a milk ogre had sat sudden

as for cutty bulk that these dick bearing
beneath by uneasy thimble. Milk an etch

is went. Scrub the puppet seat. Wishing
on a sympathetic milk chair. Of it mostly

better blanket the moment a thoughtful
horses. Than dark in curled these lunatic

thereafter. A mass. A ghost beak hooked
the shadowed edge. Somewhere in these

other eye reach to lingers. Huddle chalk
silhouette to make believe in fit to form.

Milk now the skip sun crack. Uncommon
turtle twisting. Exactly hopscotch caught

undered by regrown. Face is wreathed in
weedy fritz. Scrubbed the puppet seed is.