We sang of a dawn unslept,
Fleshed again to soothe the sands
With bright balms as it crept
Through the sieve of our sisters' hands.
Lock away your needles, the grief,
These half truths can eclipse the moon.
History is the oldest thief,
A marvel may unravel soon.
Mutter what forgets.
Take me to the orchard.
I will charm the roots
With bare and vaulted feet
Where our wild childhoods
Have grown and splintered.
Their laughter still presses
Hard against my regret.
Take your hand from the windowpane.
Spring must come
With all her terrible flowers.
Say to me fiercely,
Huntress of nerves,
You too hunger
For a language that serves.
Let this hope forge hope
And blend with the rage
In the breasts of felons
As they grasp at their cage.
Share with us fiercely
Those moments that cross
The cheers at your scaffold
With the axe and the loss.
If you were the rabbit
And I were the fox,
I would bite your neck
And give you to my wife.
If you were the snow
And I were the snow,
We would know some warmth
Melting in our daughters' hair.
If you were the hill
And I were the den,
Once the storm ended
We'd yield a seething litter.
I eat rice
Off a plate
With my hands
Cuffed to a radiator.
She leans over
Just you wait
Only fate is understood.
The look behind, the broken chair,
An old man falling down the stair.
It's a pulling back of heaven's hood
To cut an angel's aged hair.
Child, chosen, girl of grace,
Sitting in this sordid place
Where silence shakes off secrets--
If life takes offense against
Anything, it's chastity and corsets.
Flame fucking forest,
Water wedding wave,
Courts the groping grave.
Only…wait, what is understood?
Only fate is understood!
They'll shout it if they think they should.
Yet within each fitted inch there creeps
Questions that work as well as wood
To keep our fires from wanting sleep.
Philosophy, that schoolbook for princes,
Staggers down the steps
Drunk on citation and celibacy.
Preferred play-date of maidens,
Sips the sighs of fresh Love in the corner,
Pushing wine and dine on Reason.
Philosophy quaffs a stiff one
Before looking for a victim, a student;
It insults Kindness, sloshes gin on Grace,
Introduces Antithesis to Fun.
Even stooping to tell The Truth:
You're a fool! You're a fool!
And you. You're the worst of all!
Who, me? says Poetry, dropping a joint
On the floor, birds tumbling from sleeves.
A pretty blaze mauls the carpet.
Philosophy hacks on a bloom of skylarks
That form broken mirrors from ribboned wings.
Stop! I can't see…can't…breathe, it wheezes.
Who, me? cheeps Poetry.
This mansion is falling apart superbly.
I aid this, slightly. Like a rot.
Knocking out banisters and chandeliers.
I've always been at my best at "falls apart".
Oh, I found what the termites hid.
These incredible acts of kindness
Will restore your faith in humanity.
Or not. Simmer down and pucker up.
I accidentally impregnated a unicorn
While fixing my tie in the mirror,
And that was fine enough.
I only need--Pow! Bam!
Watch out! I'm moving fast!
I'm heading for Ireland and it doesn't look pretty.
Careful Spain, I'm going to steal all your women.
Warn Big Ben,
Place armed guards outside the Louvre,
Tell Sicily to hide her grandest daughter,
I'll put Prague in my pocket if you let me!
Someone grab my shoes and tell the butler he's fired.
You there! Stop gawking and help me with this cape.
And in all seriousness,
I won't be reasoned with.