Blue Iris

Blue Iris, Grimoire gondolas steal unbound human yawns, Each Charon poised with sallow spear along the River: Austere laughter of headless boughs sipping grave-scented spiritual kisses. Gruel to Drinking Fear you do coerce, Till evil flees the dawn within its hearse. I shall not warn my successors, no—instead I shall laugh A Godless laugh From this unlit, inward tower At the Thoms ever drawn to a fog-rent Harbor of Lights, Forever in flight t’wards a searing promise: “The shadow of your smile when you are gone.” Softly flows The Months; cadence down The end of Years, All Great Whites closely duty-bound Gleaned russet stress and tears. All I do As gardens do As zephyr hewn Is wash my hands I watch my hands Just watch them grow— Closing impossible crimes By the cold March of Time. Shall I catastrophe? I shall wasp anew Geronimo! hellbent swoons: withered Eye see U: A veldt vision on this peace of death That singes arrows unto my breast, Non-quietus—not of suede nor hawthorn That singing! Unveiled Vistas Reborn. The summer breeze made chill wastrel flames, E'en herrings dappled across minstrel viridian All bearing my name. Subtlety Is your root, surely as I inhale the palpitations Of this noxious City so small Yet so grand in its delusion. Rachel or Leah? Suffice it (and damn it, too), at least Jacob’s subtle darkness Invited crystal warmth to dine on elegant raindrops. At Life I laugh, And Life laughs long, dreamy along kestrel seams. I dine On sweet air. Despised dream origin. Quickly, quickly, awaken me—unwrap Your blessed hearths, creature, And begone—I despise Your balance of whimsy; I despise All of your beauty.