uncollected poems: 2022-present

Goddess Remorse

The stray eye pierces this great tumult;
Into song, flower, ire— Our tumbling by his presence-vision— distilled, and is.

A perhaps-hand reaches out, But crushed by the weight of Crown:
Cover, O muds of Demeter, these derelict towns!

This world is not captured, but floodwaters gathered in an eye.
The gash of you, O unfound king, our last nectar, expires.


10/20/2023

Gather

'gainst knowledge
         all out
              rages; knowing

atop thy head— a welt
   stained    glass
      bruise

strug’ling to flicker
dull eyes  stilldimming;

approaches the cross
      the    into ground libation
       sighing


04/22/2023

Oracle

Their faces concrete. Lingering sheeps of crimson of black song.

An arbor one’s limb weakly extends through, smoldering voice earth.

A face dalmatian spattered. Around a corner peering eyes

Terribly.

“Which way?” he asks.

To the arbor. Of darksome fear so died

The gold in grey cloud.

By some invisible hand steam wafts between the two.

Knotted earth, savior plant; into existence never did myth;
Behind veiled eyes the python sits.

Sleepeth.

Do you see myrrh? O bride of red vestment. A place dark and worn.

“Boyish wisps of late cloud–
“A voice is poured.”

Hands-of-laurel.

“The totem head speaks; crimson womb.
“Eyes; blind, glowing river. ”

The many hands-of-laurel quiver.

The heartbroken one vanishes; twisting torso pierced.
The priestess sits; a winged graze is felt.

Limply dreaming on his rock the stray.
By dawn her basin still wavers emptily.


12/27/2022

Lethe

With whiteblind eyes he sees.
Almost glowing his totem head.
Dampness toward them flows
That nothingsmell of wood.


11/29/2022

Smoldering Voice

Great hands which churn the earth.
A seminary wilts and dies
So unknown is even a book
But in the ground the faint white eyes.


11/29/2022