"I worked three day on that rope, dammit!"

The Oracle of Gordium

In the light of a common sun
There is notime for.
Time. There is no time for
Space. There is freedom
That springs from cages,
Chains, and shackles.
The floor we pace in shrinking
Circles is forever our floor;
Is never the same river.

"I do not recall the night
In which I broke my maidenhead"
[said sad Friia]
Her leaning head upon an arm
And the circumambulating mutt
Tethered to her ankle charm
asdjfalsdfwent and hung himself.

Idoidonot
Untie.
Will you wish
For me new star
To rule the tangled world.

October 2007


The Farm[ing]

She speaks to me,
In a way to me,
When the leaves have grown cold
When her vine has crawled up to my ears
And made of I a sign less wood than mold.
I am not old,
Old enough. To see a flow'ring
Garden gone to seed. To be an
Orchard throwing pollen to the breeze
The verbs hung swollen from her apple trees.

Mister mister wont you please
wet the fruit before they freeze
dfasldfjasldand spoil forever
oh but you are made of plastic
and can not look up.

She speaks to me,
Threadbare to me,
Worn so to keep out the cold
In these [my] mother's quilts I've wrapped myself
and found that i
and you were naked
plucking icicles that clung
to our lips and fingertips

October 2007