Monthly Archives: June 2012

Occam’s Prayer


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Deities dismissed;
preferring the clean flick
 

of the blade when the sky
grinds black pepper specks.
 

Plates shunt and shift;
King James finds us on our knees,
 

clinging grist-like to the mill,
bending the benediction.
 
 

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Blodeuwedd


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Oak blossom, broom and meadowsweet,
magicians’ conjured ‘flower face’
that tricked the tynged, stood in place
 

of mortal wife, would spawn deceit.
Sated beauty, castigated,
bloom shackled to nocturnal cleat,
 

her tawny-feathered fall from grace
reviled across the meadow sweet.
 
 

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Strawberry Crush


 
 

We lull in hammocked hum of summer days,
cocooned within our hessian-tilted hush,
sift cerulean blues from grey malaise.
 

Our skin soft-spun in gifted lithium rays,
hair honey-combed beneath Belenus’ brush,
we lull in hammocked hum of summer days.
 

Gold buttercupping chins in pollen haze,
our creamy cheeks full-fill with nascent blush,
sift cerulean blues from grey malaise.
 

Oak blossom, broom and meadowsweet ablaze,
while grifting scents from freshly-cut grass crush
we lull in hammocked hum of summer days.
 

With eager lips we feast on juicy fraise,
tongues quenched as we devour vermilion rush,
sift cerulean blues from grey malaise.
 

Suspended far above the ticking baize
and bathed in season’s smooth lutescent flush,
we lull in hammocked hum of summer days
sift cerulean blues from grey malaise.
 
 

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Vietato


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

La Traviata by Rafal Olbinski
 

Corrugated craving
crawls
unfamiliar theatre,
fingernails torn raw.
 

Hollow hungered malady
peeling lost harmonies.
 
 

Arcane arias
shared,
bared,
juice-lipped,
exploring loose-hipped,
caramelised landscape.
 

Soprano slips,
glissandos tenor pitch,
fingering the rise and fall
of aching arpeggios,
double-helix crescendo
blistering the limits
of a supple libretto tongue.
 
 

Trembling;
 

seismic,
semi-nude serenade
quietly
falling
from the grace note.
 
 

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Burning Down the House


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Scandalous light
lashlicks
sills,
 

rust-hinged shutters
+++++++++peeled
back
to shellacked skin.
 

Suspicion’s
hacking blaze
presses cold,
c o l d
kisses
 

until dawn’s
piercing hoarfrost
+++++++++bursts
the blisters.
 
 

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