Jun 7, 2007

APOSTASY GULLET

I stir the apostasy gullet with lucid morphemes

A compelling face of love's electric cartwheel dramas

Blood slums' captive stations mix cherry angles with
Radio coils under a hat of seeds

The iron-throated vesicle crumbling lead lips

A WANDERER'S HEART

A Wanderer's heart
and the open cage
are able, sometimes,
inside your eyes
at dawn
to wave myself

Remaining a dead sanctuary
in a rose among the future
executions
with red, lazy vines

A rising stone in full flight
stops untouched shoulders
from shelling rare roots
in river mushrooms

--Chance composition from Selected Poems of Li-Po, Collected Poems of Octavio Paz, and Everything You Know Is Wrong