Time
It enters by ears
and by sharpness
coldly
through my pores
both assassin and
medic
watcher to see
sans bounds and
quoted belle dame
sans merci
it grasps my eyes
in fixity
the rest of me sways as if
of the quoted drams of
hemlock lethewards me draw
and absence of full measure
of the attentive faculties
by touch or smell
the hours pass
and they keep for me
the morning chill
and sadness of lost melody
as if a hack played quoted aeolian harp
and referred to tradition
as lifeboat across yonder
river as it approaches firm
by distance gait and open
field the flock flew to protect
their habitual numbers
all for the pacing
pathways of rabbits in conversation
or the momentous step of a bear
or a sole spider that waits
weaves and waits
by river and canal
by lopes of storeys in
the pallisades
of green tomfoolery
and in light's arrival by hand
of some moment passed
and sought
some moment grabbed
and crafted wrought
the telltale secret disclosed
of naked love that asked
after your ambulations
and recalled grievings
the light asked for why
do you stand waiting and moving?
for how do you manage
a day's journey but not leave your cradle?
for when does a window roll
up to muck the must
of rooms that have dwelled in
your placid hopes
your reticent treatment
of game?
your resting pleas
and sensual bows
how the low slung branches gave
this light to you as quoted cup
when you had drunk a day's worth of longing well before midday
and as noon's tide surrounded us I asked of want and thirst
and stayed perched for your
responsive knowing
mewling and no-ing
your invoked confusions
as you contrive them by now
your silence as you see fit
in front of a barrier that
held fast in the way
seawalls and sharknets
save bays
and where that quoted lighthouse you disguised in your sleeve came upon as trick when
a deck of flowers
hit your doorstep and you smiled
as they lay there waiting
their hurl as unobserved wail
the peace of shoals
the habitual numbers of birds
the umha's of focus lost
when we thought of promise and then the
memory of West and
our partners keeping
the blanched face of meditatio
the minute gists of cogito
the oval that came to the
cause of play
and a wraith touches my shoulder
to spread anointed names for
me to pause a while for
as if there were no time left
and that this had never happened before now
the call of lifeboats
on some phase of ship ballast
the bouyancy of currents
that favoured torrid over ice temples
sculpted for the holidays
remarked on a year
planned for mooted milestones
and all this amounted to some
herbiage of life springing
with remembrance but no talk of
what we said in our coincidence
of attraction
and how I almost said yes on the spot and how I foresaw your disappointment unfulfilled and giggled
waiting for the hour
by bough
by light
near dram and river
through lope
past pallisades
and halfway to a heart circumnavigated
for a world that only saw end and
it's sweet roamings to your noon that can never see end and can never come too soon.
and by sharpness
coldly
through my pores
both assassin and
medic
watcher to see
sans bounds and
quoted belle dame
sans merci
it grasps my eyes
in fixity
the rest of me sways as if
of the quoted drams of
hemlock lethewards me draw
and absence of full measure
of the attentive faculties
by touch or smell
the hours pass
and they keep for me
the morning chill
and sadness of lost melody
as if a hack played quoted aeolian harp
and referred to tradition
as lifeboat across yonder
river as it approaches firm
by distance gait and open
field the flock flew to protect
their habitual numbers
all for the pacing
pathways of rabbits in conversation
or the momentous step of a bear
or a sole spider that waits
weaves and waits
by river and canal
by lopes of storeys in
the pallisades
of green tomfoolery
and in light's arrival by hand
of some moment passed
and sought
some moment grabbed
and crafted wrought
the telltale secret disclosed
of naked love that asked
after your ambulations
and recalled grievings
the light asked for why
do you stand waiting and moving?
for how do you manage
a day's journey but not leave your cradle?
for when does a window roll
up to muck the must
of rooms that have dwelled in
your placid hopes
your reticent treatment
of game?
your resting pleas
and sensual bows
how the low slung branches gave
this light to you as quoted cup
when you had drunk a day's worth of longing well before midday
and as noon's tide surrounded us I asked of want and thirst
and stayed perched for your
responsive knowing
mewling and no-ing
your invoked confusions
as you contrive them by now
your silence as you see fit
in front of a barrier that
held fast in the way
seawalls and sharknets
save bays
and where that quoted lighthouse you disguised in your sleeve came upon as trick when
a deck of flowers
hit your doorstep and you smiled
as they lay there waiting
their hurl as unobserved wail
the peace of shoals
the habitual numbers of birds
the umha's of focus lost
when we thought of promise and then the
memory of West and
our partners keeping
the blanched face of meditatio
the minute gists of cogito
the oval that came to the
cause of play
and a wraith touches my shoulder
to spread anointed names for
me to pause a while for
as if there were no time left
and that this had never happened before now
the call of lifeboats
on some phase of ship ballast
the bouyancy of currents
that favoured torrid over ice temples
sculpted for the holidays
remarked on a year
planned for mooted milestones
and all this amounted to some
herbiage of life springing
with remembrance but no talk of
what we said in our coincidence
of attraction
and how I almost said yes on the spot and how I foresaw your disappointment unfulfilled and giggled
waiting for the hour
by bough
by light
near dram and river
through lope
past pallisades
and halfway to a heart circumnavigated
for a world that only saw end and
it's sweet roamings to your noon that can never see end and can never come too soon.
