Air of Rebellion

Yours truly, love
In all ways

Fair but unruly
As the wind playing

Havoc in your hair.

Fancy That

Now if you could
Only remember how

To perceive you can
Imagine how

It must have felt
Before you forgot.

Exit Stage Right

.

at this point,

someone always leaves

.

open the curtain

.

you closed last

.

night

Body of Summer

Notice if you will, how

The cicada has departed
Its skin and will now

Sing a song stark
Naked, carried on

The back of the wind.


NB: The title borrowed from Elytis's "Body of Summer," 1943, which begins thusly:

O body of summer, naked, burnt
Eaten away by oil and salt
Body of rock and shudder of the heart
Great ruffling wind in the osier hair
Breath of basil above the curly pubic mound
Full of stars and pine needles
Body, deep vessel of the day!

A Lunar Legacy

for the down-
trodden sluggish earth-
bound masses

that said,

his lunatic majesty left
a heavenly trail
of salubrious saliva.