From Where Came Sorrow

from where came sorrow curtains sudden rage

I have dug deep the calendar, traced hand to foot

inner grief of the ladys' wards waits time with the ice-wolf

uncertainty truths obscure the white wine dreaming

from chance to change to fractured light

left moon direct to mount and mourn inept;

who gave three reasons me and a chanceless blow-ball?

I have sucked bone dry and circled twice

the ceiling and the band aid through a wind-rush

to air concete on reflective boards with warlord rook and bramble

now scrambles sun to moonlight pastures green as mountain thumb

right-sighted figurine with still blood orange on my tongue;

brother my arms neither keys nor padlock slumb to

my sick house lives and breathes me married landslides chunks of drizzle

though I have bathed with the fostered trees of chimpanzee

still I lose myself inside the cockpit of their boneless leaves

talked dog and bone with your wind thrush hopping mad

limped careless as my dead harp plucked the strings I've never had;

not right in the head my morning thrones kings ransom

white knight fakes bishop mating under candlelight two sides of bisons beef

still I dig with frown for comforts quill and compass

a quaterdeck for the brown bears in my eyes

as I crawl with feathered mango for the dust to touch my thighs

to sleep eternal sorrow with the sparrows of my skies: