craven of the ephermality of words I have been dispossessed of
long before mother's milk and morphemes
made unpronouncability a distant act of exoticism
they are conjured with Icelandic enigmaticism: Háskólabíó
just for the riotious way you contort the tongue.
This figment: Erika, at the University cinema
as inexplicable as the wane and wan of language marks
cryptically, like a coda for snow and absence
or the blue myrth of wolverine eyes
watching sheaves of snow accumulating.
In the cold calm of unslept night
moonlit ruefulness is in pool wading
timid swimmers, warm snatches of forgotten suns
bite of the blackening breeze
like a blurry photograph without flash
as if you have inconceivably made me a widower
yes, there is so much I do not understand...
Incomprehensibility; I pass like a mourner
is it missing you or the idea of you
the futures, the basic incompatibilities
of men and women
I am not sure; assurity being so elusive
but then, that would be typical
inventing you carries its own dangers.
The idiocy of illberalism
"keep an open mind"
"learn to swim in a sea of discontinuties"
"fixity and rigidness are your enemies"
To a degree, I agree
knowing my own enserfment leaves me bereft
hollowed like the giant stump of a kauri tree
& but I am able to abide with it awhile
reflecting upon my enslavement makes me freer
I am sure I read that somewhere swanky.
Discount at your peril, that clouds and men
are mercurial; like the kaleidescope of heavens
rushing impatiently overhead in the northeaster
I savour the tang of temporality rather than typecasting
if I ever find you preparing a box and a taxnomic label
for me, I will have the good grace
to make an appointment with an embalmist myself
You see, I'd prefer you to stuff me and called yourself a taxidermist henceforth
before I would ever live with the idiocies of illberalism
Across the emerald-furled plains
the Sou'wester rattles
the pizzle of rain piddling on tin
dark, bilious clouds gather like great galleons
in the sea of ideas
an ocean of possibilities
the squalls dancing like ballerinas over the house
rain lashing like flagellation
shivers run spineward
elemental tones on the xylophone of the back
Soliloquy on the entrapment of lusts
O untrammelled spirits
lead me knowingly into thy
soft fleshy portal
taste there nectar of woman
& pronounce myself giddy on
drunkenness of flesh
Unconsciously I seek divination
in your tender appointments
harbour in the ampleness of breast
covetous of pleasures deeply delicious
to wade through the upper reaches
with a supplicant mouth
and compliant tongue,
make your eyes coruscate
with Cyprian joys!