The Huntress
The eye is a river.
Agglutinized flows and codes
Caught in cold joy.
A tail wind.
Duration's battering ram.
Choice of midseason.
Dog star universe.
Sighing and light
Enter the ecstasy.
Burning is frozen out.
Double imagery
Of two circumspect eras,
Remembering
The grotto of persuasion.
The rain is irrigated
In a flood plane
Under the dollhouse and the barn.
Tonight childhood hovers.
An arrow pincer of victory
Turns in the hand,
As war mobiles slow down.
Troops of the mythmakers
Locked in obsolescence.
Nods and flattery
Of the fallen leader.
Calling and saying
Become the visitation
Of language.
Roots of naturalness
Free apperception.
Feast within famine.
Dusk with the whole pig
Roasting on the spit.
The muted whisper
Of the silt of hope
Evokes a landslide.
Figures rush in and stay.
Animals gather
On the hill of discourse.
Your colors fading.
The blueness is fallow.
Mescal
Mummery of time
In the dreamscape.
Soap and bones
Cleaned below the cuticles.
House and gravel
Entered the wrong way.
A knot in the tie loosened.
Your key fits the knock
In the chamber belfry.
Soldiers with long fingernails
Read your diary with envy.
A Manolete poster
Hangs over the bulls-horn.
Zeider zee onions
And pastiche of hermitry
In the cloisonné bowl.
Serrated Gurkha blades
And rusting medals
Within a museum case.
A piano with a soundboard
Is caked with resin.
Red fabric and tissue paper
Strewn on the Shiraz rug.
Absinthe poured
Through an antique sieve.
Your stronghold
Is a perfumed flower
In an alchemist's reliquary.
Precise strangers
Pass with trowels in the garden.
Moon and silk sheets
Embrace your delirium.
A cloistered bat
Lowers your temperature.
Wild ivory tusks
Are twisted from the beast.
The doctor is sunning
Under his hat in Calvary.
Your wedding is postponed
Due to superstition.
You lie awake in a drifting,
Evanescent teardrop.