I stood on a boulder in the Andes
And stared at an albatross flapped
Its wind vane on top a sycamore.
I don't know why it stood there
But I know it struggled to claw
In the jaws of the branches.
Today I clambered same crown
Gawking on the blue empyrean
Then glared at vultures picking entrails
Of the white quills of the cross.
Oh! I don't know the bullets in the chests
Of a black widow.
Squeaking hyenas gathered at the carrion as well.
Oceans welled the furrow of my face
And my red balloons thumped and stamped.
Is that how the sparkling stars feign from the nights?
Is that how the roaring lion whisper in feign silence
While fed upon by black ants and leeches?
Well, I guessed I have to breathe each gas
As my very last with golden wreath.
For dear life is a candle wax that glitters and feign
In the twinkle of crystal balls.
I will thread on the seas and oceans as well
With fragile toes.
Chiseled bone fibre silences white noise water
Shiv splits through throat, jugular scissored
Flung spray fusillade's lain flat slaughter
Bluster bullseye stabs canvas concave
Albatross follow our sharp slipstream
Wind vane spins blur invisible
Dolphin pod adjacent symbol
Ludicrous becomes our lucid dream
Green glaze wake calms crazed waves
Plunge smashes panic, pindrop pools surface
Instinctive dive into icy effervescence
Jolts flailing heart buoyed purpose
Castaways tack to breeze's best advantage
Seahorse spawns, cloud coral hammock
Hull pointed toward demand
Relentless racing hour hand
Gathered globe gauges chances gigantic
Skippers puncture tides, shark agile voyage
20th February
Triumphant Felicity
Inside an archaic framework
she fetches a pail from the fields,
the bucket on her hip is full of
broken eagles.
Wind turbines churn in the distance.
He takes the mangled birds
plucks them,
puts their heads on poles
loads them onto a flatbed.
His dour darling fixes fixings
with a rusting air-fryer;
plaits her hair with chicken wire.
Drones mourn like doves in the evening.
Rattling pods spread
their dry seeds over abandoned crops.
Bald feathers flap on
a black-booted scarecrow.
A morbid factotum arrives
deposits clods of earth
from out the back of
of a fly-specked hearse.
Horse heads turn
on a squeaking wind vane.
Inside a slow burning barn
Unstrung fiddles lay at rest
in their open coffins.
a flock of terns
face headlong into the wind --
compliant wind vanes
black capped terns in flock
line-up all pointing seaward
twenty-one wind vanes
Glassen calm can stretch remoteness _________ distant pale blue
As clouds sink in the glazed stillness ____ of smoothly waned blue
Lilting soft breath whispers gently ~~~~~~ unfurling sail blue
Waves bend in diamond laughter ~~~ beaming upon gale blue
Away, the wayward breeze gushes ))))) bashing into bane blue
Yonder abyssal, sublimed beyond black )))))) what insane blue
Gelid gal, night-kissed scarlet eclipses ********** wind vane blue
Absorbed gasps thru-hulled thru and thru, to see-through vain blue
__________~~~~~~~~~~****/)****~~~~~~~~~__________
Liquesced ~~~ where those multiple blues~~~ churn deveined hues
(9/20/2020 ’90 Bayliner 3888 Bethel Harbor)
Noon, the twelve o'clock hour
when the sun is released from the clouds power,
whisked away by a humid wind vane
following the flood of morning rain
glazed haze on the canopy of trees
and all is well to see.
Quiet slips in from the night
where crickets and cicadas sang in flight,
lonesome songs of the darkness flow
beneath the faint moon glow
where the stars played peek a boo
then slept as dreams accrue..
Hot, humid day crawling in with ease,
slip sliding thru the soft breeze
that brushes loose drops of rain
fallen on the branches tamed
held snug and cuddled on the leaves of green
falling now to earth unseen.
Summer days quickly passing by
hurrying beyond June and July,
racing into August sighs
for the seasons constant changing skies
and the end of summer chains
spring to summer to autumn rains.
Just on the cusp cold languishes in wait
unwilling to hold back or hesitate
as grass pales to yellows and browns
ready for the fall upon the ground
as fruit and flower begin to fall
the noonday sun reveals it all.
Dance dance darling
dandelion.
Dance in the
dancing field of the
trillion.
Dance while dahlia
play drum.
Dance while daffodil
blow trum-
like group of
heavenly ghost.
Dance in the breeze
as the host.
Dance dance darling
dandelion.
Dance and make
merry as crown with
billion.
Dance for
everlasting
enjoyment of it.
If only you will
dance,butterflies
will not sit,
but will dance
around you,
with moths and birds
which will view.
Dance dance darling
dandelion.
For you are a symbol
of love to million.
Dance as direct by
wind vane.
Dance to make sun
smile but not in vain.
Dance to win lily in
beauty,
sun in shining,
chameleon to feel
guilty.
Dance dance
darling dandelion.
Dance and as music
change be
chameleon.
I'm interested in
your dancing,
because it makes
my day rejoicing.
Your dancing is
helpful,
for it wipe away
worriful.
rough draft it will be lovely music though the flags my pen fails to revise
Who threw water on the wick?
Who, as restless and trapped
can survive in this necropolis?
Trumpeting down the walls
that are not of Jericho.
Trumpeting down the walls
that besiege a chthonic people.
Tonight I shall return as a black dove
to bring you an oak tree branch from Dodona
And a darkness full of lightning
all the way from the palace of Atropos.
So that you stay up all night
and knead
a bright sunshine for tomorrow.
"Good morning wind-vane",
to say when morning comes,
"where do the winds blow from today?"
And just like a white horse
to gallop against the wind.
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