Requiem for Wine
and kingship, the portent
arose of repetetion and breadth.
The first seas were white, transparent the colour
of grape or sour acid and cucumbers
that were bitter and seeded.
The first Moai it was said in the Book allowed light's presence, in
ambiguous areas, uncertain and of quantity
unknown in a time where dictatorships took to slaughter like
rats to a brain.
Knives and screams, the unfolding petals of gypsies whose caravans
were filled with slaughter and and crammed with roses.,
be they ugly or brutish, cunning artistic, fistic or mistridden
in the eyes of magicians, holes surrounded by steel to catch the
finger work on guitars or of smiling fantasms.
Both the poet and the judge and the woman and the killer and the student
were in some
same sense shamed by
knowledge that
nothing could change.
The drowned man of the sea arrived in
a city and fed the people
their stones, took all the credit for their misfortunes and the watch of temptation
set up sandtraps that viewed the beaches with muscle and
protections.the fires of love started
with a warm sea.
Cognition and the redwine rose of the sea laughed and praised His mighty
unknowing, pointing to the ambiguous areas of light, hidden from the view of the suffering.
The roaming gypsy of war and horses, baring
chestplate and empty sheath,
North by North East with Arrow of birds, bowyers
of psychotic arc claimed life and wrote the ownership
of fish and earth on paper, with a reader and
writer and the arm that supported the armour to wheel
on with empty sheath and bold intent.
The visible embrace of land by spear and grape winded the Islander from east
to centre to west to south to North by North East, in psychotic
arc of stars in a nightsky
that become as sponge colonies in the sea
that frustrated allies as death does our mercury
the trickster of lizards took up many locations charted by fox smell
and the angel clarion til the light came
arrows and pistols flayed in the night,
grips were slipped exposing piracy as code.
Both the poet and the judge and the woman and the student were in
some same sense shamed by
knowledge that
nothing could change.
The Code of kidnap awoken, the shame of head, of piss
and birds went beyond the conscious
tattooage to the digital circle become
square under wolf immediacy.
Some of us stood up and laughed out our names,
as numbers of suburban addresses of particular storms
we noticed giraffe patterns in airport toilets, pedestrian
crossings walkable in figure
eights and the bearded
one could still not come in and even be read
though he wore white and spoke
in short quatrain to denounce the smoke
machine and mirrors.
And the eyes of the magicians, pass registers
of money and print
the listening of talk will not amount too much but name of cheer
and asian breastplate will may soon appear.
I like the unicorns of the seas, who cannot
stop and still yet sleep and
breathe and take of dream in fields of nebulous waters and dancing
nets.
the sex of harpoons release its rest.
The wine glazes the seagoing narwahl with memories of
mistridden horse dynasties
as words and song fall from the edge to the bottom of the Transatlantic trench ofdead sailors and all rotting octopii.
The death of the narwahl will sap
the earth of all its love and energy,
and grace. The monkeys and chickens will go
next and the monstrosities left
behind will become-clay and live off the secret carnival of flowers.
