TOLSTOY AND RASKOLNIKOV

The pair meet at eye's length.  One strikes a Bell.
It Clamors with the Sound of all Evil.
It Annoys My Malevolence still.
Thoughts of how Hamlet would speak to Roskol

He'd plead Mayhem without Warning and Fall
Sophia and Sonia: Now Look Girls!
As Guilt appears Handsome and it Enthralls
You are your own Masters :  he is a Thrill

I can even imitate his Discourse.
He will run from responsibility.
He will writhe with all his ANgony's angst.
He won't wrestle bears that's for me.

I killed twice when my Innocence Murdered.
Then why didn't you tell me this Before?

AFTERNOON

--Oh Afternoon,  Cualli Tonali

Presaged in Dawn as to be Awakened

Just as a word turns into a Melody

If I knew how I would do it today

and Assure you, I will grow to ripen.

I won’t wake surprised by a singing bird

what dew is to sing makes the song pure

and bird can only answer way way, plural,

being more than one source of its music

But this is just the first moment of time

what of the rest of the morning’s events?

Its hopefulness looming as though a breast

that a baby seeks out for a meal’s eye

Which back to the same, Cualli Tonali

Drink to satisfaction, the hour is Here.

BENDOHOKE CEREMONY

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FERDINAND'S LABORATORY

There stood Saussure in his Laboratory.

Teaching Linguistics as he best knew how.

Along with his Students, with their Wisdom,

Alacrity and Ceremony

For they have Traditions  they have Mercy

They know Not what to Teach yet means or May

To Instruct is to Love for all Ages

To Learn is to Know it in its stages

For Discourse is what Discourse Intends

A Message and a Messenger their Course

Look at me watching what you have Unknown

It Points me toward its Own Direction

Where Meaning Upends from a Vehicle

Drinks between two Mouths in a Syllable

FYDOR'S BERRY

There were many people in the plaza

Doing what busy people do in Russia

During the 19th Century at last

There was finality there was closure.

Or so it may have seemed based on the past

For there still was no way to measure that

But enormous history without forecast

Without a precise way to understand

Enters Fydor up to his elbows

Seeking an entrance or a portico

Into the soul of his nation and more

Reaches for Russia but captures the World.

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APACHE INFINITE

 -- Grandfather Grandfather

I lived in time there were no fences

The fences came later so did the gun

It’s no longer as it used to have been

when people were free there were no fences

The fences came later so did the guns.

The wagon, the train, the corporal, the law

the church, the messiah, the rituals

but there was freedom and later fences

The border that’s there didn’t used to be

And the people could travel where they went

It’s no longer as it used to have been

when people were free when freedom was free

It will never be as it was before

but will return to itself forever.

FEB 5.15

When February with its Fiery Green

Sweep across the fingers of a Palm Tree

Spilling they spread bare, flower’s cupolas weave

Blue and yellowed, yellowed its tips proceed

Angled hazardous in degree so free

the bloom in its tumult and precipice

impossibly as a bird sees escape

survival results of fear set fire

and flame just a paint brush its verdure plain

winter of green is summer of orange

where yellow alerts beckons elements

profusely the flame of life burns gently

early in February when fine things

can be wrought from the remnants of evenings