Honeymoon In Indra’s Garden

Inspired by a dream I had the other night:

Throw off your sorrow like the harness from a morel steed

Bolt on panting horse into the middle of the earth

Beyond the fog, within a Capricorn constellation

Breathe out with rapture the names of God, the ancient incantation

Until virtue becomes 2^nd nature

I’m carried off into this sanctuary for saints

Like love at first sight, the sacramental surprise

Immured in our dark teak chamber set in a glade

My beloved and I from our bedroom window worship the view

The saffron petrichor panorama from the foot of a supernatural mountain

All the horizon was coral tree blossoms, their jacinth flowers a carpet

Their barks like hoary bones bleached silver with age in this altitude

Susurrus rustling petals falling like North American leaves

Reminiscing over the suggestion of a previous November incarnation

From the alcove in Brahma’s bungalow

Peculiarly familiar was Indra’s Dev garden

Being the orange of ripening persimmon

Presently drying sticky sweet in the autumn sun

The lurid perennials are dancing little fires

Sweet nectar embers reflected in our lovers’ flecked tiger eyes

Throw open the ancient timbered shutters

I crane my head out the oriel to realize

I’m at the foot of an erythrina mountain tapestry

Its cap beyond human or homeland understanding

Behold Mt. Meru all the galaxy circumnavigating

As tall as the earth’s diameter by a mighty 85

Towering above comprehension, primeval volcano, lingam filling the sky

My eyes roll to the back of my head to regard the peak,

I a breathless, hummingbird bride, scope the pinnacle on wing’s heartbeat

The mandara tree celestial crown, flame thicket festoon

Sprinkled like vermilion powder on Vishnu’s throne

The Creator is a white star like the persistent snow on His palisade

Abiding apricity my final devotion

Above material security, sensual pleasure or season

He brought me to rest, to fill me with joy

He gathered us, a sierra of honeymoon union

Releasing salvation in this demi god grove

Don’t resuscitate from this resurrection reverie

Ineffable rapture, peaceful purgatory, together we love

The Cage Was Cylinder and Small

Inspired by a dream I had the other night, I think influenced by my grief at the recent US election:

The cage was cylinder and small

Appearing from a cryptic dream

Like Eve before the Fall

Massed hands unleashed their regime

Pandora’s box 21^st century

Their debris and swill, festers downstream

To global mutual horror, our collective penitentiary

Verity was sacrificed

Kindness in totalitarian jeopardy

Spew rancor, retch partiality, bias legitimized

By history’s loudest bastard mockery

Age old rally, justice cry we mobilized

Against the ugly horn of demagoguery

Flash our search lamps into the darkness

Free the Philistines from their poverty

Sounding convincing he seemed harmless

Resonate with these fears

All that’s ugly in our subconscious

The outsiders, pariahs shiver from sneers

Refuse to accept their bleeding anguish

Bleeding Jesus to hide behind sullied veneers

The poets, the seers, myself stranded we languish

Compelled to rebel, with amity endure

Until all ignorance and spite can we vanquish

The progression of humanity still so immature

But Earth’s out of time and facing extinction

We must not cloister in this 4-year detour

No time to be neutral, side with moral distinction

Choose love for the poor

Hear this upright inscription

My party are four blue love birds miniature

Placed by hand in a cage

Silent, song-less feathers azure

Beware when they sing call forth to engage

The young will respond

This my grief will assuage

Yet, cerulean wings will soon break their bond

Soar above carnage to the healing beyond

Pomegranate Wine (As Hades Spies Persephone)

I.

Arouse a virgin purpose, a goal, secret promises

Atone for the whole previous nudnik year

Intrigue a garden conquest to find a new lover

Divine a more primordial calendar

Dismiss the past chronology like a childhood shadow

The vulpine master lurks seeking sylvan union

Grey mistakes cascade like crimson foliage to the forest floor

The nagging of summer washed away in this exhilarating breeze

Throbbing psithurism under the scandalous rustling of leaves

Cry separation eulogies in the night estivation

Circadian rites and twilight duty bring us ever closer

Discern a prelude in this autumn, a keyframe threshold adomania

The eternal summer oppression has been dragged away like your youth

II.

In my underworld garden I’ve started a second growing season

I stole rare seeds from my mother’s terrace

Cultivate these miniscule homeland stowaways hidden in pocket envelopes

Transplant your somber marrow entombed beneath my crocus crown

Rejoice in the spontaneous dehiscence

Between our glances a seedling grows

In this obscurity my cavern oasis sprouts, flourishes and ripens overnight 

Eyes only for you, lust grows only in your orchard

We affirm my devoted subterranean pilgrimage

Briny Bounty

Raiders and the curious pursue to poach what
Barren buccaneers return empty handed

Glowing gold arteries, silver veins, self-composure reigns

Underwater amethyst heart caves burning lava cools into hidden seas

Hissing out holy islands and shrouded sunken grotto silience

I wait on you like an entombed trove of treasure

Pleasures you’d excavate and never regret to uncover

The luminescent veil that separates one another

Once a lost fisherman lost his breath drowned like a bloated whale

Then a boy child, little seahorse, his father’s favorite

Waded in with the undertow, like an accident

Peeked at pearls inside an air pocket

And carried back a valorous gift to mother

Tincture On A Shelf

You didn’t judge farewells all too well

Escaping duty without an explanation

When I ended us as clear as January ice

As final as hypothermic oblivion

You dropped off my earth like a mammoth in the new sun era

A faceless man without a map

Crippled by riddles hanging heavy

Over your horned, hooded brow

The mark of Cain, an air of dread

You’ll not ever acquire armistice under your flag

Your crowning breath will exhale a cutting, stale regret

Like a swelling carcinoma it nourishes off you now

Mushrooming, consuming your soul

While alone mothering our daughter

I breathe mercy while you slumber

Make amends, pick the balsam leaves

Ask forgiveness, apply the evergreen compress

In my home behind the kitchen hearth is a chamber

An ancient apothecary

Full of herbs gathered and dried, distilled since girlhood

Just for your signal of distress

There’s a tincture in a box on a shelf

Overlaid with dust and cobwebs

September Bride

Herald me like a harvest moon before a typhoon

Snatch a surge of gallantry, yielding the preparation

In a barbarian language rain down rehearsed words

Mutual attraction gathering fruition

September satellite tide infatuation, light the lantern

Tender devotion in the countryside

Common weed or rarest rhododendron?

My mother love so perfectly animal

Imperfectly human, ruined

All devotees in my eyes long ago

Does true love at first sight crop up anymore?

Drop your sickle, bathe back to me

Inhale river water lucid dream fortuity

Swallow your intoxicant and march out the valley

The autumn tide is favorable

For a September wedding fitzcarraldo

Refuse to gamble away the occasion

Silence the doubts of your judgment

Your friends’ logical excuses

Obliterate age and dismiss difference of culture

Or any other external circumstance

Be attendant to this moment

Rendezvous in the celestial elevator

Collect me for a light refreshment and anywhere

Receive me in the hurricane cockcrow

Typhoon Chrysalism

Antiquated autumn moon they’ll be no pyres for you tonight

No burning flesh altschmerg sacrifice

Drunken, smoking family circles retreat from your skies

Your seasonal rotting fruit eaten without satisfaction

The rabbit moon pestle pounds out tempest medicines

Storm elixirs dampen out all healing weekend moxibustion

The people’s summer ghost month prayers

Were deemed inadequate

Elderly folk forgot the exact time and directions to say their incantations

Google search forgotten rites and canticles akin to strangers

Hungry ancestors in their malcontent cry purgatory tears to form a cyclone

Whole clans weep together joining forces over the Pacific

They’re specific intention to deconstruct familiar traditions

Luckily for my neighbors my disbelief spared my whole prefecture

An alien continental rainbow hangs over my household like an amulet

Regardless of the multitude’s avowal

My nodus, the eye of the hurricane is this chrysalism apartment

Asteroid

Lay mother naked on the sofa

Open window, howling typhoon winds fill me

Quasar core empty vacuum

Don’t rise for fallen curtains blown to the floor

Acclimated to the hyperborean emptiness

Collapsar implosion on the inside

Cold dark moon damacloid

I reflect light for no one

Neutron star composed of mare deserts

I’m not the world or a planet

No Virgo clusters eclipsed in my throat

Uninhabitable scarp cliffs seen through a telescope

Space gravel orbit

I woo a SETI mission

Preeminent historic landing

One cosmonaut championed the ice caverns

Vibrate the aria of cosmic conception

Accretion disks transferred between two galactic nuclei

Render goodbye before we claim hello

Marvel in compressed moments

Qualified traveler from afar

 I fabricate you a surpassing man than you merit