Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Bird Cherry

You chosen sober sipper,
crowing sewer, be my ripper
Carry fresh caught foiled kipper
'cross the calm-dripped oil dipper

Lake knee-glow, you stake and stave
patterned on this pitted cave
Grackle sitting on my grave,
leave the cot, exalt, behave

Cast your roots and purple glooming
Feigning secrets, whisper looming
leaflet shells and battened fuming
Flicker wide the vein you’re blooming

Lantern light shaking side-shimmer
Take this raking sultan swimmer
Touch my web, let glory glimmer
Vault through flames down your chute dimmer

Make my seams seem like a shadow,
silhouetted silver plateau
Seraphic words come help me sing
a flash-lit song upon your wing­­­s

It’s only healthy, only decent
to obsess when you have eaten,
drunken that strong wedding water
—in your hand, the band you bought her

Something you wouldn't regret
Throw a bridge, work up a sweat
Make your lungs a gusted harbor
beaten by your lusty ardor

Though the link may never catch
let it sink into your hatch
Disbeliever, quiet prairie,
some day there’s a bright bird cherry

There’s no gainsaying the morning
There’s a phosphorescent warning
There’s a borrowed antler beauty
and the branch that grows right through me

When you’re close I’m nowhere near me
but your showing always cheers me

Sunday, April 1, 2018

Happy Easter

Come you all: enter into the joy of your Lord. You the first and you the last, receive alike your reward; you rich and you poor, dance together; you sober and you weaklings, celebrate the day; you who have kept the fast and you who have not, rejoice today. The table is richly loaded: enjoy its royal banquet. The calf is a fatted one: let no one go away hungry. ...
He has despoiled Hades by going down into its kingdom, He has angered it by allowing it to taste of his flesh.
-John Chrysostom