BRIGHT PEACOCK ROBOT

A timbered call from a chrome
 face wept up at a new moon
bloated black across the sky
stars underpinned by screams
from an ancient staring with
pupils brighter than pinpoints
 calmly unwinding coil bindings
  

wrenching metal decompressed
both into shining razor fanfares
held wide and slow to the sun
bowed without elegance yet
intensely seizing everyone
to fall direct to their knees
in awe more than fear
of decapitation

LUCIFERAL

(A feral lucidity thrives
after unburdening one’s self
of the world’s petty fortunes
and knowledge. Unlearn that which
imprisons us and feel free to exult
in your personal liberation.

Give, and the starlight
in your blood will begin
shining through the pores
of your skin; help illumine
the pathway for others to
begin leading as well.
This is not about following,
but forging your own path
through the darkness.

It may be necessary
to shut your eyes
in order to see
the way forward.

Proceed blindly
with the faith
of a billion suns
burning from deep
within the irises
of your eyes.

If we try not to blink,
our pupils will grow
into full blown mastery.)

LIFE FROM DEATH

1

The darkened eagle's iris
pitched into the blue of the sky,
scanning the thriving peripheries below.
Reflected off the ebon shield
of its unyielding stare
the great, wild world curved
below its hooked talons.


2

Gnarled and blackened oaks bulged
with tumorous, distended trunks
sunk softly sucking slowly up
the sweet spoiled meats
decomposing in the graveyard.


3

In this hungry dominion,
the desert hare is spared
from the red-tailed hawk
the hunter's gun has felled.

JINX

We are the blood of the tree
in the I.V. hook-up

—of course we intermingle
with the buried animals—

and the trees continue to shine.
We, the people stare

with pollination eyes
a tumbled nickel lands

tails, buffalo
you know what they say...

draw solace, my friend
from our living end

BEING YOURSELF

Hang on, like a skeleton's spider
dropping through trellises
to alight on a pelvic horizon

a halfsunken garden's marauder,
outliving the skins it sheds.

It is very difficult unless alone.

Shed only once, it is permanently bright
revealed by degrees, as the sand around it
is silently blasted away into a clear sky.

Think about how beautiful we must be.

9SL95

before bowing
to the blotstained,

terminal interface
altar:  rediscover

a momentary grace
here, in my eyes,

on the naked page.

Meet me one

step nearer

my domain

LEGACIES OF DUST

When thistles to a father
mean starlings to a tree
the names of constellations
cease to mean a thing.

When war has subdivided
and sired many sons,
where grows the master
in whose trust we shall succumb?

Can a mistake be unlearned
or must it be paid off in full?
We promised no one but ourselves,
with no one but us to lose.

In glacial focus warmed by ice
vaporous tracings lend device
to a precisely positioned skeletal hand
aiming a magnifying glass at the sand.

Erasing all traces and even memories
the names of relations disappear in the trees
the foggy invasions, the birds in the eaves,
the stars in the window, the whispers of thieves.