Friday, July 18, 2008

Sussuration Song


.......Will shining shingle sing of God?

Intense he came round
and hence I have found immense
.............his background absence.


.............Dark incarnate hearts
pump hard, as rooks heave at dusk,
.............wing-beats glistening.

.......Clouds that shroud heaven
.......hang over shadowless dusk,
..............starkly reddening.

..............Robin’s orange bust
..............bobs a little rustily
..............in a sudden gust.

Robin Redbreast drops dead, poor thing, for
it’s night, and the slimy shingle stinks of cod.
..............“In your sight all is light
..............for ignitable spite,
for recursive respites see your fighters rehearse,

as your terse universe irreversibly worsens,,


..............By dew bejewelled,
..............ruby tulip beautifies,
soon it putrefies. Rudely tulips bloom,
petals plumped round jumbling genes,
bumped by bumbling bees.
Two twirling butterflies
climb a double helix. I’m a double helix
.......whose whirling wonder dies. Sparks
...............swirling upwards flash
.......into ash-flakes (“Your words dye into
paper,,
) as wounding winds use weaving waves
........to bury bones in gruesome graves:
................Robin’s flotsam grotto.


................To be is to be unbecoming.
................To deliberate is to delete options.
........................On other shores the sea snores
............................................as the waves break, saying

......................................................“Je... suis, Je... suis,,
Ruddy flesh haloed
but pebble-strewn puddle owns
................muddy cherry stones...

.......Whence I will see cherry blossom?

“dancing in this whispering wind,,

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