sanguineous to porite

Porite,

Severance to the avenues
in lustrous divorce I went feeling

the blind minimal to get by, repeating
every movement intends,

so why not hold the sun
sovereign of fire and the frost's permutations?

And thinking I'd figured at last things out
in the cloud and smeared recoil

I caught the vendors of incense,
metalwork, wood and the beggars on gold

and revised into sheets of fire my compositions,
though wondered later if the same

couldn't be done with love--
fleece which doesn't easy go cold

but engulfs in the remembering like when I spent
an afternoon with my along

the shoreline sweet-- wove
hopes of our coming together now coarse

as the veils of original seperation recoverde
and what could I say to her then?

-Sanguineous

porite to sanguineous

Sanguineous,

Rend in the ventricles when in
the violence of love i've learned sometimes

a woman just needs in simple comforts,
honied generosities behind

the ear to tell and remember
the simpler sweets such as when the heart's

garden was undivided from the earth,
and desire was a wonderful potential.

And spread in the material still good
I'll tell her that the golden world was never

against our blood and that physical disruption
is only here natural to bloom,

so as to remember of course
no pomegran richness without a broken first.

-Porite

sanguineous to porite

Porite,

Sweeter returns aside, in the sea-waved
sigh rends only resurgence

and the marine wind's violence
remembered as we, meaning of course

my sweetheart and I, found for each other
the sea-smoothened pieces of sea glass

and the slowly in sand embossed
sea shells, each thread a ribbed along the back

definition to ocean faraway lonesomeness--
which is to say that the shells

and the glass transmit to hand
the scribbled and schismatic of white sound

which, although we couldn't exactly tell
what we felt at every part,

the sun layered in topaz
of sky and ocean seemed easy and worn

as we found with each other, without
much talk, the sea-smoothened.

-Sanguineous

dirty black to sanguineous

Sang,

what when not even sure in the seen?
what name? flower? feature?

which face? and followed love
through the inner thigh and where halogen

pools on corners and canals of the open
rose? and this body not

belonging to mere vision?
veils of worry and more mostly of fear.

-dirty black

kekn to dirty black

Dirty Black,

Sing timeless though time
smolder throats, grain and the gray

almond to clay and stone and you'll see
I gave at least tongue against

an inert slaughter, columns
for convulsive and encroaching in demon

limbs which limbs would flame in the fire
of fights at bars in the knife

to the night's hour, boredom
and second rate whores in the heart of your songs---

your weeping is a dead bird in September;
your boredom its last branch.

-Kekn

porite to kekn

Kekn,

Before even this morning the sun
had stung my eye and on my skin

a silent mosquito with no compulsion
and I'd wondered how long

the alone could last in shadows,
while we sleep or go crouching like goats--

the sun I mean-- without our blood's portion,
how long? The fresh wound wondered

but this morning there was a wolf
out front, waiting on the whitening lawn.

-Porite

praxhe to porite

Porite,

Wharf this evening I watched the sun
serpent blonde on the sea

and the boat-sloughing shadows
together or against each other and the way

two guys went with a girl, which recurred
every time we tried too

to feed love's lymphatics
the spray of the sea; ocean violence

in our silent hearts and contesting and young
we met competing for a girl

until we saw in each other
the same envious narcissisms and saw

eventually we'd do better as friends,
winding in and through failure

because nobody really cares
when with a friend-- those days sprawl

to a summer whenever and moreso as suns
burden early on the wharf.

-Praxhe