Nowadays sound is percussive, mechanical, and metallic. It’s in the clack of computer keys
and the throb of 80’s synths. The Iron Bird lifts on air squealing. At every glance
a Swiss watch wound to tick tells us we are out of time. We drive nails into wood,
and chains tie prisoners to weeping stone walls. My garden is soft in the middle.
I feel ill leaving it behind, the goldenseal and mushrooms for market,
wind lifting the leaves by the retaining wall. Bubbles, gurgles beyond
unguarded imagination by-God-this-is-a-virgin-landscape-that-grows! All is good!
All is green! Yes, I want to bring us here where we can sleep my Captain.
Sweet and sleepy in your Great Soul, you make all. The clang, the clatter, the blows.
There is a cemetery for long purples and dead man’s fingers clutching their steering wheels,
my Captain. My Captain, I hear the song and I have to hear you say you want it like before.
Take me, drown me in soft river clay to fashion me from vegetable into mechanism,
You are a modern Prometheus, I will dance for you. Bound, and wound, to dance, your doll.
Love it !
Pod flight !
thank you 🖤™️
Bound & unbounded
A wild juant through the fungi
of “unguarded Imagination”
thank you 🖤™️
Rich language here, with echoes of Whitman.
El marinero y El Capitan
This dance of death with your “Iron Bird” and yellow-gray garden liver “soft in the middle” within a sleepy “cemetery for long purples and dead man’s fingers clutching their steering wheels” pleads for its life, yet is still willing to drive. Is it Frankensteining or returning? I enjoy the literary country this poem takes!
You caught the Frankenstein!
Your poems, of late, are like little soups of bookshelves. Should we send help?
Of all of this dense and rich language my favorite line is kind of spare. It’s — “The clang, the clatter, the blows.”
But as far as long lines go I really like:
“There is a cemetery for long purples and dead man’s fingers clutching their steering wheels,”
The spare lines say more from the gut don’t you think? The long lines plant imagery to chew on.
Richly sensory and impeccably edited 😏