Poems From Last June

All man is on the verge of a revelation 


Grooming history's Auburn waves, 
The ox-nosed ape reposes in slaves 
And rubs his heels in the mind of freedom, 
Relinquishing love as he loves in acts seldom; 
Opalescent spermatazoons filter the air 
And curl beyond the ever dripping black 
That all life wound must bear, 
Curling it as their gain or lack.
He hops with hooks that latch nostrils, 
The breath of giggles paint the sills; 
Grooming history's Auburn waves, 
The ox-nosed ape reposes in slaves…

Capillaries curl and hiss on the foam

XI

The Universe is a joke! 
All layers, all forms 
Bear the infinite spoke 
Of the flesh's dreams; 
I am Creation
I have elevated shores from mist, 
I have held the philospher's stone, 
I have bathed in the blood of Christ, 
I have moved winds and the bent backbone 
Of all Gods huddling over the Earth, 
Dancing in Venus' amethyst flesh, 
Woven within all our hearts from birth; 
Behold my form in all beings mesh — 
I am thought and the atoms compose 
Symphonies as lucid as gold's cress, 
The infinity which we repose; 
Weightless comedy, seriousness…
For contradiction is the true concetatenation 
Of love, creation and harmony ———
Life is a system, to suit the poet's clarification 
And these layers of life line eternity, 
Each Gossamer string eternal in itself
Guide the tuned lyre and melody of the eye 
To the infinite and one and lonely Self 
Who's formless tears line the paths to dry: 
I stood amidst the hearth of love, 
I witnessed creation fill the Earth's sunken grail, 
I wept and fell naked, my eyes fell from above —
And I wove a day for myself — and I left no trail…

XI

Lucid and liquid in total, 
Sinking and solidy opposing, 
Destroyed and deriving for eternity…

Alone, due to no one knowing who you are
yet we're all the same
yet as we're the same, we're all alone again 

XI

All ink has acquird the same voice, 
The throat is merely a guild of mirrors 
As subtle and as viscious as mirrors 
That behold the destiny of eternal rejoice. 

My senses have been sewn to memory 
And the hearth of the open soul, 
My senses beesech to the closed soul 
That still writes for rejoice's eternity. 

When we see ourselves in all life 
And test the nimbleness of evil 
And the clay backbone of good, 
We behold the salience of death. 

As all man ordained under these laws
Must retract his plea's on verse 
And laugh with the Universe
The principle of all laws…

The osions curl and the flowers retract 
When I glare and defy all modern fact, 
We are the Universe, we are creation 
Embedded in the heart of contemplation. 

XI

"And as we skipped, all dark, 
In the glades of imagination 
That run past the tree's bark 
In youth's greening nation, 
We came upon a gate, 
Drenched in the green oak's blood...

XI 

Tonight’s the night everything changes

Reioria sae turnuise piofesio trie laerios;

Hoira novousa corula, cour sae flias mour

Invetiva, inevtiva, danetimo eleli pouir

Sabere truloma anisa constia

Breio foculus an belo nosc o filiear