The week between heating and air–conditioning when frogs whir and birds sing
Tag: dragonfly book
Well–tempered
Heaven might be found on a mountaintop; we could be lost in the desert flats for all I care. As long as the vehicle is cared for, we still have someplace to go.
Soggy Os
I ate honey Os until a voice bade me attend to something. I returned to deliciously soggy Os; I wait for such soggy deliciousness to recur.
Polish
Exposed to the numinous the hero ventures forth steeped in life to return a warrior with the pearl exposed to the numinous
Animal Lover
Sit! Ah, martinette: For your whip–smart crack–of–the–heels: Well done. Here’s a pet. And, Black, you hussy: with your delinquent, rebellious, impertinent leer for a pet without praise: Very well.
PG
Only when we are grown up do we understand our innocence is as beautiful as our savvy; we leave that part out.
Outburst in Emptiness
Hard to explain this blubbering ’mid forest woods near silvery stream tugged along by black and blonde dogs hunting twixt moonbeams
Torch Song
It's hard to carry a tune Some, singing from their youth, seem naturally talented We are such picky receivers Yet, what a delight when some song pushes our buttons over and over again playing ourselves back to ourselves Winds up in a mystical collection Yet no way to share with another the depth of its echoes through us the hidden–spot tickle of its touch Agony unshared A dread to share As like it falls on deaf ears the horror of triggers missing in another the tip–top registers of our soul And this some polished piece of painstaken production How much more terrifying when we play ourselves I trip along as the band plays on I might look queer, but I'm certain no one holds a candle to my music
Magician’s Trick
First, the finding of the cloth: something to cling to Then, the pulling, wondering: what will it lead to? Then, an acceptance of its never–end and the assured fashioning clothes from its threads
Perceptiviteapot
Forgive my bluntness when I insist I'm eternal and wise as the universe In perceiving you I see you in me There is my heart, in you You, flapping around, doing your own thing When shall we tea in the kitchen? heart to heart