drivel from espana

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heart beats burnt red umber,
pumped by a dusty recollection.
In swathes of butter yellow
the grain sings a hymn
that windswept
becomes an ecstatic fiesta shout:
and oh how the poppies dance and sway.
soul now resting on the tip of a windmill,
undulating in the zephyr
weaving fantasies of authors and ingenioso
while lines of cypress mark
my mourning--
unwilling departure.
In this land my blood flows red wine,
voices hushed in dust driven wind
as my spirit floats over mountains to brief petal rest.
To be smothered here in this field of hay, wildflowers
-leave me to lay awhile
I will crouch and cry
supplicate to sweet Apollo
until I breathe as the knotted arms
of the olive tree.
rooted -- restful


illness in the morning

Giant of a baby
swaddled in white
hallucinating crosses, the faces of men, female ecstasy-
incorrect buttons
feed acidic breath
Dehydration.
twists and turns
of a profaned digestive trail
Do not eat the egg.
bright beaked black bird
seen through a crack in the door
i’m tired of this base bodily burn
lull an empty core stranded without flight
hot tea please,
i do not desire foul solids now.
a day to waste and ache and whine
birdsong mocks my stomach
Do not eat the egg.

groucho gauchos

gaucho girls, gaucho girls
what do you scowl for?
unsexed grime
oh no not another with a guitar
dreadnought hair,
and rats on your necks
i suppose you are right to keep scowling

afternoon in lorca park

closing our hands in the sweet dusk of grass
verdure and waste and the sigh
of the sparrow-
feathered wine spills from my lips.
ever the journey, never the rest
respite gives way to spite
and that to indifference-
a birdsong of dewdrops caught
in fading light.
oh melancholy petal life,
delicate and transient
to rest a wing for a while
to lay tangled in branches.
departures like nicotine left on the tongue
chased down with juices mostly toxic
and dull.
exhale like my lungs full of smoke
longing, lulled..