TWIN CYCLOPS

I place in a poem what I lost today,

all of my happiness all of my hopes

a barbed wire appeared around my throat

its edges encircled me like chains of steel

though this is a metaphor and I cry

like a Dove when war makes its presence felt

the sounds of its terror and its madness

as heaven becomes itself a new hell

the mouth of the sky pulls itself back booms

the horizon a throat and tongue vomit

a bomb screams its unwillingness, volting,

while standing to assist is the warlord

he mounts on a Cyclops tamed as a man

the chimera they form is a monster

BALCON!

Come to my,  my words, flyl like a blade

as it cconsumes what it encounters whole

the wraths of the righteous are Black Stallions

Not as defeatist as los Escritores

Como comunista busco su Mal

Entretuviesen torturas sabe que Es?

Jihole mano naci pa sufrir

Back to me in English don’t run and hide.

Cause love to bleed and shed the evidence

Talk to me in English then slay me , Try.

Across a vista Dancers Alighting.

While down here on Earth no magic lacks.

as Poetic the portrait of Beauty.

Standing on the Balcony before Me.

MOON DOVE

WHen the Dove cries and the Moon is all full

The light of a feather is purchased at dawn.

Like a Ray of hidden Sunshine gone down

Rises a Stem of the Ocean eye’d quill

Raining in Tear Drops of universe felt.

Lashing the Lids and breaking their corrals.

Storm Riders reduce their Distance then Swallow.

The Earth with its wounds retaliates hell.

The underworld awaits without Splendor.

imitates the worst preconception scowls

between Beast and Non Beast and parallel

Phantasmagoric and wikked and fanged

what Pandora released, the Dove amends.

LA LUNA

La luna, la que se encuentra en mi

que con su esplendedor lampara

me guia a mi porvenir era

suplicandome el amor en fin

si no fuera tan lejos tocable

son sin sonar ritmo sin fuerza

fecunda palpita a esconderse

en aspero, cruel, voz de lumbres

lumino brilla oh alma herida

fue profundo y lo es sin dudar

tanto abandono llega a placer

dolor tan largo luz sin vertigo

la noche intimida la cubro

sencillo el parpado escudo

LILY

--and what a wave must be, E.D.

Poet within, -- she nods her head -- always

Her presence merely requires mention

She is dutiful, standing or dancing

My miniature me emerges from me.

She never saw the ocean nor the Sea.

Yet she has seen the Heather anyway.

It holds no mystery that’s not previewed

For it is the answer to a prayer.

And her prey is the moment at hand.

Its hardly-thereness its disappearance,

the soul of its virtuous eloquence

held forward like a nickel a poem.

Arise on the horizon of time’s touch.

The presence of the sun and the moon.

GRUNION HUNT

If you can't beat the Romans become one then
 and then beat yourself Black and Blue come Bleed
For a Force without Gravity, won't stick.


For it hast lost its Consonants and Vowels
And replaced them with the throttal of K's,

Along a shore without a beach to hunt
Grunions, let's go before they disappear.
You can never trust but believe in them
FOr once as though Forever and again.


Kackle allow  but cover your bases,
Words mean nothing now nor may they ever.
Lost on the loins of a misperccieved face
Even Love trust no other but armor.


The river'll Flow over, say, Evon, mulch,
rich fertile soil for farming is left?

TIME PETAL

I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee: R.B.

    

I watched a Sonnet be launched from my eye!

It cast a larger net around my Feet

than anything that ever existed .

Greater than Silence as first fell its Tears.

I cried for myself but more for the Verse.

For what had it done to deserve its Death?

A mere innocent fated to be Squelched

Yet, I still ask for answers for its Sake.

As in the seedling bed in a Field Cried:

Weeping the Mouse for its Shambles Untied.

The house was never meant for Surviving.

While its flower garden tended of Time.

Ready as the Reply never asked for,

its fourteen little crosses became more.