We shall meet at last, when
I am finally laid to rest.
You had to cross first, for you
witnessed my leaving, Achilles.
I wait still, in silence, to hold
thy hand in the dark below,
Alas, all of this—just for the
fleeting echo of fame.
I shall see you soon, Achilles.
So much of you remains with me,
woven into my soul.
I speak often with your mother,
Together we mourn and celebrate
your immortal grandeur.
I feel the hour drawing
near for our reunion,
I never knew how much
weight a name could carry.
Categories:
patroclus, absence, death, death of
Form: Free verse
Armour plated
Sword wielding
Grim determined
Heart beating
Friend and foe
Always leading
Is he man
Or God seething
Suited man
By clothes protected
He's the one
Best selected
Never losing
Unaffected
Fighting on
So well directed
One like either
Born to be
No conditions
Can set free
The making of
A man as he
No grasping straws
Create him thee
Patroclus in
A race to win
Was just a man
Of normal sin
He never knew
Mistake he made
To don the suit
In death he laid
What lesson learned
Too late to know
And not to be
A friend in show
But be yourself
And act no other
Even though
You be his brother
Categories:
patroclus, allegory, art, brother, friendship,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Fluid Drive for Gwen
Sleep is a many splendored ring
[lostfully] lust in sleep’s [giant] silent loss.
rungs of ‘nipples, climbing...[
ladder] in [Vegas,...chest-quest
frost, first cropped then tops
stops and sings a song of sixpence
love and fluid drive for Gwen
who gave me hives
on weekend pooldives
in hills never been or bottomed
on show couch beer rain Limo soak night[fright]
Westwood look crossroad took Norma[she was dying] to her table
white wicker sky- never make cushions for Wicker furniture[straining to be heard]
shrinking into dream of fame.
lime green Fermento [fragmentedly]
thing sitting in yard [windy] Wendy[sometimes it is still when someone here is
dying][trying to die],
. still in an acabe
Medina is the lover of patroclus
Sometimes a Blue come push down death’s trembling curtain
Yesterday on my walk I saw a funeral Heart be touched by Grace
The carp swimming old in May circling dead [dead as can be]
a kid said as she jumped to me; [old dead snot-snout] “Home is the sailor” [home is the sea].
Categories:
patroclus, allegory
Form: Enclosed Rhyme