Troubadour

TROUBADOUR

star-lit fragile gateway, suspended, a hatch that flashes open, shut

in, out—the troubadours tell tales of all its meaning

the dusty corpses of our lovely corruptions hang limpid,

awaiting reanimation after years, days of gestation . . . the nascent life.

bones accumulating, organs palpitating though softer, yes—so soft

the eiderdown its shroud, its gown and muffles the murmuring voice

but certain, while the ballads brim forever in exordium

it moves in gentle terror of what’s to come

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Wee Tinies

WEE TINIES

 Little spider twee and trim,

corners keep you locked and limn

the shinies of your eyes

with dingy pools. 

Hither hider, sleek and slim.

Warner peeps through blocks bedimmed

with whiny little flies--

the mingy fools.

Brittle slider preened and prim,

horror sleeps in hemlock, hymns

the spiny paradise

in wintry spools.

Withering viper, deep you swim.

Mortar keeps the bedrock trim.

Wee tinies galvanize

a flinty fuel.

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Psalm 88

PSALM 88

Darkness is my closest friend. 

He step ahead forever moves--

Ne'er by my side where sorrows wend.

Darkness is my closest friend.

Delight is his when joy's at end.

In pain does God his glory prove?

Darkness is my closest friend.

He step ahead forever moves.

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Shake the Room

SHAKE THE ROOM

it enters on a whim (let it in in in)--

it knocks upon our doors with its phantom limbs

and it rushes in white horses makes the Nevers well-of-courses

turns a tipSy tOpsy all the rules 

we thought we had adorned as jEwels 

of what was hard and what was pRecious (never get us! no confesses)

 

time to get it out—it’s time— 

but parasites breed in the rhyMe

BalOOning and mushrOoMing

LittLe WiCKed wormY thEENGs

liTTel LYMEE lookeenG WeenGS.

In THAIR fetid FAYREE ReeNGs

self-decapitation ends it,

somEtimes, though, it fast befriends it

shake the room—shake SHAKE the room!

the house of our convictions doomed

Ooo-Oooming and Ooo-Oooling it is looming it is drooling

parasite of false proportions 

you unwelcome, freak distortion

over-stayed you guest this host

Gonna get you ouT . . . . almost. 

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