Bait Sein Dance

Virtual waves break in the background muffling out humanity's insomnia

Cry yourself to sleep,  brackish tears drifting into a riptide

All I have are scribbles with broken lines, empty ink fountains of jerk bait lost at sea

Bait-sein dance, you and I holding taut in our rental pond

This entangled net between us

A cement boat block on a dock with no accessible deck

No view of the horizon, nor hope of  any sky

Might as well be in a nuclear submarine in a contentious strait

With 10,000 missiles pointed at me

Tied inside my Neoprene straight jacket, restrained

As I'm hunted daily by a pirate, the apartment terrorist

The adolescent monster I myself created

Her flag is black and her heart is broken 

I float out token offerings, chumming candle apologies on the water, a maternal puja

But the tide returns their ripped, rejected, saturated shreds as small as phytoplankton

I gather their bits spying my shattered reflection on the polluted sea surface

Shame covers the oceanic expanse like an oil spill down a once pristine coast

Forgiveness is like a fisherman throwing his hooks into the abyss 

Toiling for any return

An imperfect catch, explosive mismatch

Face to face with the Leviathan

Find me in the inlet and come aboard

Mend the holes in the broken net, ensure no future bycatch

Embrace The Recovery

 Embrace the recovery

Your weakness, fragility

Like an old man after surviving pneumonia

Drowning in phlegmatic denial, an unspoken mucous grief

Coughing up bits of the neighborhood grave

In a collective catatonic feeling of dread

Students memorialize their beloved mentor

Orphaned children lay awake in their beds

Summer sums long surged past the Spanish Flu

Breaking records and folk still don't know what to do

A con man in a caravan peddling out quack therapies

Nurses and doctors exhausted from fools self practicing animal medicine

Burden cracked systems, overflowing tent morgues farming passed souls

I pray you don't join them

We've survived up 'til now

Empowered with first world second chances

Every day contains a Spring and Fall

Somewhere Along the Rivulet

Somewhere along the rivulet, I stopped trusting the ebb and flow
Trapped ego blood circulating conspiracies inseparable
From my body other than vehicle or vice
More a dinghy or raft, than a yacht or ark
I embark, I launch an undistinguished pedestrian

Lost and stuck in the marsh of a grey estuary we hear a whistle
Secret whispers of oral traditions, first river civilizations
The fiery sky chariot vessels of Hindu and Hebrew lore
Like a waterfowl alone in the reeds, a lost rune on the path
Pictograph scripts written from right to left on papyrus scrolls float past
The first sound expressed, a ripple on the wadi, funeral epitaph

My mind is the train in the distance, thoughts disappearing in mountain tunnels
Swallowed in ebony brushstrokes of granite cathedrals
Mine those precious metals hidden in the cauldron bowels
Wailing like a glittering newborn, a flickering candle in the dark
In the crumbling castle fortress commanding the view above the tributary

Girded loins on dusty tapestries hang besides gilded family crests, cobwebs, dusty shields 

Downstream reveal the lush valley opportunity, reduce me
To a greater majesty, unearth the essence of this vestal bucket
Evaporate like wavy heat in the horizon, where sky and earth meet
I see a chest with a lock
Find the key in the secret chamber of mystic union
Reduced to tears I smelt into the stream

Spring Monsoon

We're number one!
Flag-waving champions blown to shreds in the March winds
Blowing players off the board game, our turn has come
Up to bat, bases full, pandemic epicenter, invoking useless authoritarian powers
Trading one loss for the other
They make us think in the language of war
Invisible enemy growing stronger in the unknown, untestable
Like a Pacific typhoon grown preeminent
Our lungs are the target, organ of grief and of metal
Collective imbalances, expressed in microbic mushroom spores of sadness blowing
Slowing down together, a global chrysalis of shared personal introspection
On what is essential after all
Transforming this communal lamentation into something more

Take the dog for one last walk
While dark clouds collect on the neighborhood periphery
A known presence, Biblical plague,
With what do you paint the frame of your door?
Lock the shutters its starting to pour
Contaminated tears from the Atlantic
Tsunami rolling  quickly from the East
NYC, Detroit, all along the Mississippi
Coming from the Western California cities
Two tides from both sides run for the Rockies like a refugee
We are all asylum seekers now

Governors in their mansions race for time and hoard supplies
From each other like the shoppers in the stores
While the Big Apple rots by the sea abandoned
We ride out the hurricane with windows shattering, leaking
Flooded floors, whistling sirens in the cracks
Huddle together on the sofa trying to sleep
Find a little peace in the turbulent night

Wake up to discern
The typhoon hatched into a Spring monsoon

The Coronavirus Blues

The world's shutting down imploding extremes of
Want and gratitude, necessities, and greed exacerbating inequalities you're still in denial to
A revolutionary's wet dream of possibilities, the capitalist politicians the first to gain
As people sneeze openly, don't wash their hands, don't believe the TV when it disagrees with how they're feeling

Global typhoon germ warfare spreading like a sigh, last goodbye, a mist of fear
The collective atmosphere, cloud pockets of death, unknowns, and false news
Dolphins and swans have magically appeared
You made it somehow a battle between faith and science
Adolescent defiance, sucking the geriatric teat,  Dementia tweet of misinformation
Bury your primeval head in the sand of unawareness

God's grace is bigger than your cowardice, but that won't stop the people from dying
It won't stop me from trying
To be a better human being, we have to do our own thing together

Canceled our Spring Break holiday in DC
Cherry blossoms bloom alone at the Tidal Basin quite oblivious to
All those eulogies and white marble totems
Vacant cities, abandoned national treasures behind chained gates, capitol lockdown
People's vernal dreams flying in ghost flights, hollow planes forced to turn around

More people are praying, fingering the rabbit foot, crossing toes
The banker prays to his Bull market deity, while I cry
For nonrefundable travel memories that couldn't be, the fragile line of poverty
Toeing the line, the balance of panic and preparedness
Hoarders still take as they please, pitiful emptiness carried away by anxiety

Colossal mythology, end of the world pathology
A throw of the dice, of numbers, Russian Roulette when the governor just invoked
The Grim Reaper in his state address
And Kenny Rogers just died, passed the night before
His last hand as The Gambler, a reminder of chance

The cosmic dance, daily yoga practice of self-quarantine and community
Isolating for morality, connecting to the righteousness in me
Crossing to the other street when I see my neighbor
A radius of 6-foot bubbles, bouncing like ions charging either way

Taking care of me taking care of you
Coronavirus blues, under azure Rocky Mt skies

Mirage

You're a false rumor of rain, a dream of mist, chimera in the barren dusk
All is rolling millennial dead ocean and you're the mirage in this wasteland.

Each parched grain once the body of living coral, antiquated anemone
Recycled fragments like a snowflake in its perfection
Desiccated to death, incessant scorched wind chiseled skeleton
I look at you never clear-eyed, sick vision stared too long at the sun
Surrounded in sand drifts and you my solitary hallucination

All around are ashes, decomposing dust,
The mummified neighbors and their pets greet us
With their brains and hearts enclosed in porcelain jars
They slave their lives for the construction of communal crypts

I lift my veil under a black moon, black coal lined eyes watch
Stars kiss the dunes in every direction
Waiting for you mirage in the desert, I flourish
Like Narcissus in love with his own watery image
I'm just a brambled Echo calling you across the badlands
Hear my faint psalm in the sand storm

I hum fragrant floret melodies of bubbling brooks of shared date and honey cakes
Mineral waters curing the weariness out of the vagabond

Remove your shroud quench your lifetime thirst
Inside me are lush rainforests temperate and forgiving
I'm a desert flower in bloom among the thorns
Speckled stone circles in holy groves kept secret
Ancient trees taller than pillars still hidden in this open horizon
I'm your intimate oasis in this wilderness
The crescent to your sun

Dirge for Anthony

Out of uniform reach for my hip
Self identify, whip out a badge or weapon, you decide
React in swift self-preservation
Man-child murder the law in its optical organ
Meth wild-eyed  in Texas on a sticky night  with sticky tears
Regret every day in this life sentence.

Parents' circled prayers, incensed swirls reach heaven's gate, not fate that
Restrained the hand of the lyncher, limp dick governer
The highest court rules mercy always
Any other sentence, a disguised decree of partiality

Groan a dirge for Anthony Haynes the cop killer
Kincaid the good cop ever in danger, his kin still hum his requiem
Ruled a capital crime, so stumbled the ignorant child
He's served his time, no societal danger, just too tired to appeal

On death row and nowhere to go but under
Elude the date with the executioner no longer
I pray for your contrite soul, no chance to live the life your mother conceived
To marry, have children with long black eyelashes full of heart, and father intended
Just hope for another judicial review extending
Your dead life in this purgatory cell

A coin in the pinball machine of justice for profit, the cop on the beat,
The black boy drowning
In crystal panic attacks, converging prism sorrows of his ancestors
Throw a pretty penny in the wishing well of vigorous dissent.

Vinyasa Sequence Dedicated to Emma

Emma was an animal lover, gentle by nature and I wanted to use some animals she was particularly fond of, as well as some of her hobbies. She was the epitome of temperance and being pulled by two opposing forces, hence some of the more difficult balances. There are some subtle heart and hip openers that really burn through some deep cobwebs of emotion. After a few rounds of flowing (of the easier flow), I felt lighter, as in heavenly light breaking through some of this grief, even for just a moment. Try flowing to this playlist.

Dedicated to my loving niece, free spirits must soar.

EMMA 10 1/2 Poses Flow

Child pose w/prayer hands

Puppy Pose

Rabbit Pose

DD-Humble Warrior/ Peaceful Warrior- Swan-Fallen Star Vinyasa (R/L)

Archer’s

Tortoise

Fish

Happy Baby

Shavasana

Intermediate Version

Child Pose w/ prayer hands

Puppy Pose

Down Dog

DD Twist R/L

Humble Warrior- Warrior 3-Peaceful Warrior (R/L)

DD

Fallen Star

Visvamitrasana- Revolving Half Moon- Swan (1 Leg Vinyasa R/L)

DD

Hands Under Feet

Standing Pigeon-Toe Stand (Padangustha Padma Utkatasana) R/L

Vinyasa

Pigeon Twisted R/L

Rabbit-Tortoise

Vinyasa into Boat- Seated Forward Bend- Archer’s R/L

Half Lord Fishes R/L

Fish Pose

Happy Baby

Shavasana

+Swan is Eka Pada Hamsa Parsvottanasana

A Year Ago Your Hair Was Flowing

A year ago your brown hair was flowing
Your green Tigerlily eyes glowing like the Indian ocean
A year ago, the new year started full of hope, clean slates and plans
A strand of pearl future holidays, eventual birthdays on a delicate tomorrow chain
These past 365 mornings became a cruel century, displacing a former era
Ripped sheets in the beginning of a story
This new reality, heart poverty,  a missing seat at the table

Juevinile hopes full of reunions, fingers crossed under blankets for parental communion
Snowflake good-night kisses, flurries fallen upon closed eyelashes
Safety is an illusion, a brittle mirage that
Cracks the early chill dawn with a sigh and you're gone
Icicle memories, tears frozen like broken clocks
This bitter legacy torments me in the darkest January

Fall through the ice, knees to the terrain, drop the receiver, knife in the belly pain
Screaming to the spinning horizon your name- God with Us, barely a decade
Seasick on landlocked ground, in shock and confusion we drown in disbelief

Grasping for summer memories, last souvenirs of you here
Recall which songs merited your quiet content, the times that you giggled
In my lament replay videos of you laughing, devour your chuckle
Inhale traces of scent memories that still linger
Hell is being helpless in paradise without you

Our heavenly flower girl, eternal tween
Dropping us celestial love gifts like the petals in a wedding procession
Fragile flower sprinkle us more hallowed tokens to treasure
How you left this world, jubilant hibernation, blissful slumber
(I won't speak of the maternal betrayal)
Cherish how angelic you slept while I watched you dream

Sense you everywhere nearby, a hush, a gentle whisper
You wait to comfort our winter with Spring

Reflections on Censoring Democratic Discourse

This poem is inspired by the 7 words banned from CDC's 2018 budget report:


Teachers once taught refraction and dispersion in a class called science
With a sword purge edit, slice the direction of a lexum wave

Droplets sanitize in an arc of seven

Blackout the sun and remove this human spectrum experiment American

No longer shining quite as bright, once I thought I had seen

A dazzling color spectrum

Hide what is weak, cover all tears, conceal fears of inner feminine exposure

Under animals hides of authoritarian repression

The blood life color bleeding

Red from the vulnerable vulva, open heart wound, susceptible girl muscle

That tender inside story

Fear the right of Other, the power to be liable

Covering mouths, cutting out tongues, one phrase at a time

Blot out some part of themselves, erasing letters, imprison the child

Abridging their own maturation by not serving, making moral choices

Choose to champion the voiceless,  to be a complete human prism

Instead wear your title banner yellow crown of seized entitlement

Bronze wielding swords on horseback stealing common pasturelands

Dam the rivers, poison word wells, privatizing shrine groves

Pre-emptive claims to sanitize our articulations in one mammouth, federal mansplain

Orange is my coral fetus, amphibian soul salmon egg

Attached to the cantaloupe womb wall

Wash of two pigments

Red vulnerable mother and yellow groom privilege

Like a little carrot, root vegetable handpicked (or not) by it’s

Child- bearer gardner

Gender is a verdant field, flourishing with every kind of herb and grass, moss and vine

Preferential bloom of one’s perennial essence

I’m my own ego sod as you choose your own turf, we quintessential alternative meadows

Blue is the evidence based of a cloudless sky

Fear the day an Emperor makes us call the sky anything but that celestial hue

When we whisper in secret what is true

Because one day he erased it all in a nuclear monsoon

Regret the time it began with the censor of

Seven hues from our democratic rainbow vernacular

Safeguard the science-based indigo evolution of research and examination

Bipedal hominids painting ocre magic under stalactites

Brewing beer, yogurt, by observation, peer reviewed trial and error

Fascination of absolute zero to Hubble Space Telescope missions

Require the experts and poets to hypothesize, measure our orientation

Make a sanctuary for the royal purple of diversity

Multifarious mindsets and a multiplicity of complexions

A medley of judgements, experiences and suspicions

Preserve that prism curve rainbow perception

Septuplicate of words illuminate

Our protesting hands a rising covenant banner

After this storm

We cheek by jowl radiate parts of these seven visible light waves

Supernumerary bands against this cadaverous censor

Embodied Erinyes

Desperate like me times three
Dark idol of my jealousy
I called you out embodied Erinyes
Thought I knew what you were all about
Your self cursed first impressions at the Thanksgiving feast

Daughter of Bacchus at the wholesome table
Fallen far from Aphrodite's cradle
Conceived in a chthonic desert grove of cacti
You mothered one of my own
Among the rattlesnakes and mescal

I could of been you by three degrees
I drink wine alone heavily
Finger self destruction before and eventually
Knock on the door of heaven or hell depending
I could of been you easily, refuse all judgment

Desperate to paint, recreate Fate
Make Beauty from childhood chaos
Merry masochist marry Narcissus, son of a passivist
And birth sweet February princess of Prudence

Temperance's final week was peace on earth, your illusion
Then steal her away like Hades down a bullet river
Our darling, emerald eyed wonder sacrifice
Full cheeked smile pure laughter
You should of been mine
Twin of my daughter
Survive another story longer
More like me mammal in the water

You both left us like riddles in stain glass windows
Feeling alien, disconnected like non believers in an ancient cathedral of a far off culture
Without right, in selfishness
Your madness I would of carried, levied
The lead weight poisoning, carrying you down the abyss w/o hope of a shore

Devoured by the demon bull of your soul
Labyrinth thoughts, a ball of string all tangled up
You trapped her in your Minotaur maze, mother gaze
No hero could spare
No angels allowed to care
Kinswoman grief I bare
Desperate like me times three
Embodied Furies wearied of this vengeance oath

Mourning is a Radioactive Mirage

I.

Your dance of harmonic tremors in the rift zone are over
In the deadlock of destiny young fern fronds grow, singed and rusty

Upon the graben valley between two warring fault lines
Goddess Pele devourer of land and Kampapua'a, feral hog former husband

Igneous insanity from breathing deleterious gases

Her paroxysm fractures creation

Pele struck her fluvial daughter but no volcanic sacrifice was necessary

Collapses the cliff swallowed by the ocean

Losing her was like a Polynesian paradise obliterated by an atomic bomb

II.

God's tears fall in mammoth, obsidian raindrops

The soot avalanche mixed with debris formed in the dust cloud of Kilauea's explosion

Sonic boom hit by the shock wave flash in my soul

Radioactive numb my brain to the core

Blister my crater center, engulfed by the island gods' legend mushroom cloud struggle

Unexplained angelic failure to stop the gushing molten magma

Heaven and earth mingle

Glittering strangely like a mirage with bits of broken rainbow

Ring of fire around our shattered trinite hearts

A prayer cloud eleven miles high, flames of rage rising into the stratosphere

Navigate mourning in a tailspin flying blindly

Radioactive wasteland

All that remained, a lapilli path of stone to the kukui doorframe

Power Outage After Dinner

The night before I found out my niece Emma was killed, I  watched these two fireflies while on holiday in Anda, Bohol, The Philippines.

Power outage after dinner

Stars obscured in this foliage 

Embrace the raven black, its only night

Jungle eclipse fills the cottage

Then two fireflies flew in from between the thatch roof cracks

We two from our bed admire 

Their cold light frequencies whirling jubiliant lights

Synchronized phosphorescent couplet mystery

Little flicker souls glittering circles above our head, 

But beetle lifespan is like a breath

One glowworm fell like a fainting petal on the cold concrete floor

A luminous snowflake  or scintillant beating heart

I watch it immobile, still radiant

Surmise her partner lost its lightening

To the absinthal darkness

Mélange and Martyr

This is about my niece Emma's tragic death taken by her mother, before my ex-sister in law killed herself.

I.                     MOTHER PRESENTIMENT 

The afternoon condensation hangs like a catechism in the air

Do I dare lift a finger to burst the humidity?

Like an embryonic animal sac born intact, embrace the monsoon

Beyond this perfect mother-daughter holiday pact

Do I dare anticipate for one last langniappe?

Mother devotion so endless and yet I wobbled near a precipice

Grasp I had one final rapture reserve

Beyond beginning or end

Grope the enclosing cloudburst

Like a mist or fog, a leaden shadow umbra

Motherhood’s veil is her daughter in early morning’s bloom

Reconsecrate her to the One

Envelope us in garland arms full of fuzzy bees

Free me from my self anathema

II.                   DAUGHTER DELECTATION

From my bamboo castle precipice

I survey the xanthous flower perennial highlands 

Above their thatched villages and metal roofs

Over their children’s polyphonic voices singing rehearsals

Over packs of barking dogs

Beyond flying fowl

Consider farmers below burning refuse

Scouting the single motorcycle light like a firefly on the muddy road

The earth spreads out like a patchwork quilt before my reverence

All the ocean horizon and every far-off island my vigil boon

Regard my aunt, or maybe quondam cousin

Mourning maiden kith writes a crambo in her refuge

My lucida peace reigns from this celestial mansuetude

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