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Holy of Holies

                Holy of Holies Since science now explains away most things We cared about as mysteries, like love And joy, men feel that they have lost their wings, Or, rather, never had them held above Their hearts, their shoulders, and their praying heads. We...

The Products of Love’s Smog

The Products of Love’s Smog The older poet dreamed perhaps of past Emotions with the younger one (of France And beds), dreamed, dreamed in daylight and the last Night hour as wakefulness began to prance Across subconsciousness of London’s dawn. The elder man created...

Suffocated Devotions

…..Suffocated Devotions ……….“the fame of his lost love” Who cares about the love of Yazid choked Forever in that clogging of the throat, About Antinous, whose death is cloaked In rumors and suspicions as they float Above the marble whiteness of...

HMS Implacable

               HMS Implacable              “Because you loved me as it had to be.”            ~ Paul Verlaine in “To Arthur Rimbaud” We love the thought of love and fate combined. We love the grand idea that lust is out Of our control like earthquakes.  Disinclined To...

Lucifer after Love

           Lucifer after Love It used to be that every breath was you. Every step I took — you were the reason. A pulse thrilled through an artery and blue Vein; you were throbbing it.  Now a treason In heaven has congealed my chest to rock. It splinters as it...

Negative Space

        Negative Space It used to be that when I spoke your name The air would shimmer with auroras high Above the fjords.  It almost caused a flame Beyond the spines of mountains.  In the sky Ghost solar flares much higher than the pole Were captured as...