Now Men Come Dressed As Winter

now men come dressed as winter

the women dressed as hearts,

october crawls,

three seasons lost now frost on the once green perch,

flies weary eyed forbidden sun four winds of zodiac;

where goes cracked skin of pork now dams the fevered plain?

september came and left her sins of stubborn rain,

on brains of throbbing oysters gifting roots of dolphin shells

swimming cuckoo in the waltzing clouds of albatross on a sad day mile.

impatient god of slander sends his semen to the ruptured womb of hibernation,

at noon we die in the great eye of the sneezing grape,

picking flowers from the toes of yellow rose,

watch her walk on chalk now the waters of her nose,

propose our marrowed clover deep as four sea leaves,

marries irish sea to expectant mother with salmons smell on a kittens wing,

sing lord of hallelujah now we dance with death in a dry mouth,

in south we love, in north we stumble lame as wood on steel,

peel heartache now the west distempers mindless ease on our cloud of eel now the blue-veined flood

swims mercy through the corridors of winters prayer,

must we jump our candles steep as our white rain sex,

or live as old as the nurse that tends our wounds?

now men come naked dressed in skin of winter,

our women dressed in hearts,

october crawls,

in shawls for child now bitter wind of whisper

peels music from the ears of the drumming boy;

let our stabled child of rain swim slight of wonder,

have you ever seen the rain walking side-by-side

with purple heart on the cold stream guard when summer came and went?