Poetry: June 8, 2003

Many a snake crawls out 
from a kiss
and wraps itself around the heart
and squeezes it when the breathing starts 
turning AHA ! into abyss 
they quickly turn and hiss 
and hisses become curses 
when the quick path to bliss
has fallen from purses

The secret that the damsel in distress dare not tell 
is that the whole point is to attract both the dragon 
and the knight who will save her 
she is moved by both and would that her knight,
once rid of the dragon might still retain some 
of its fire, to match the fire she carries within 
and uses to shape her world 
and uses to seal your wound

all the true dragons I know 
are all players from the old school 
and would never breathe fire at a maiden 
for any purpose other than to keep her heart
warm and posturing until her knight do come

  at last 
as if let go by


For you diamond is 17 
75 is king 
99 is bliss
23 is shift 
44 is us
55 is you
13 is utter clarity
15 is boo!
54 is the menagerie
gathered at the Zoo

the snakes that rise 
are the snakes that must 
or apple cores descend 
to dust 
and like vapour 
so pythons 
bite on 
things that crust
before the mucous turns to rust

in praise of the days 
to unravel 
I staggered braised to this road 
I travel 
Intact, and with my virtue back
once draped around a rack
and stretched 
and taunted for the price 
it fetched 
but still I am a mack 
gone are mute shadows 
that wave like flag 
and wail before the storm
here, the light wave activates
and settles in like corn 
the future, pregnant salivates
I am a man reborn