you come into the room,

and i must pretend i am not part

of you —

see you here,

and all the chairs, tables,

rickety legs are you,

i cannot touch the world.

cannot place my hand

upon your chest,

your cheek,

rub across your brow;

place the crown of laurel.

 

light is yours,

perhaps that’s why

these shadows over

light must be my

own quick dread —

fear you’ll leave

before

i see enough of you,

to see at all.

 

 

 

1. 23.03

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

not allowed

to even be,

i ride through forests, child

of trees, my first steps

halting,

treading on dead

leaf and seed.

 

have you,

do you see me riding,

even hear my horse’s echos,

strong dark root

of kock and seed. you laugh

and slice me,

pale knife.

 

have you heard

it? peasant

tale of naked youth,

a tree, the smell of horse,

the sense of oddity? peasants

hide behind dead trees.

 

i ride

to the land of mirror —

i need to reach you,

stretch out

langor, shall i touch

you? green leaf vigor —

beauty of this city.

 

naked youths

ride

hand on hand, glass

gaze,

i wonder

if you know

my name?

they sing

of fire stretched out

of water

memory of trees.

 

12.07.03

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

heart like a boy,

i dream i fly

to the spire of island —

ride beating flanks

to land on green sable,

rub the birthstone —

          red stone smooth,

burnt ember —

reach to you,

i fear your eyes,

my curiosity.

 

you hand me

a golden rope,

i do not know

how it could be…

boy piss-stream

beads on lilies

how we have bodies —

edge of

living,

point of splendor.

 

press the rope to me,

dry wheat straw,

hidden ember… dream

of lips, your

salt-dry fingers.

 

 

7. 27.03

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

— “you’re sort of our muse.”

 

water in water,

light in light —

water descend,

water will rise.

 

i lay on the floor,

square cold tile,

water is rising.

 

i Am the floor,

sheen on green tile,

water cover me: arms

to arms, cover me —

held in green water.

 

i am light,

but cannot shine —

lips,

skin, all beneath

green glaze,

dim radiance

for your

curious eyes.

 

7.16.03

root to spine,

ponderous steam

of dirt and pig.

 

blood thin root

drain Here, Now,

Know, boy,

from possibility.

 

beautiful fruit:

piss stream of acorn…

fruit of mind,

skin,

of

every

round

thing.

 

he is beautiful,

this tree,

this endless oak

of eternity.

 

6.26.03

[red ochre]

i don’t know,
but you’re like
the clarity
of water — beaker
of translucency,
transparent to the pines
and hills of my tuscan
vision: your renaissance eyes —
da vinci
figure in red
chalk — drawn
before he broke
the glass
of water.
like water,
you bend
the elements
of my vision —
two echos
off red river
walls…

or, so reality —
as i might
know reality;
red clarity of my
image of you
this sunset evening,
far from
where you talk
with friends,
the empty glass
upon your lips.

10.19.03

[cobalt blue]

far away from you,
there is a magic
moment of you
where i am two people…
your hand on my chest,
my heart,
your heart in mine.

far away from you,
in that moment
of being you,
when i’m no
longer gray
and cold
and only me,
i kiss you
kissing me,
see your eyes —
my sparkle blue
stripped
diamond pure
in scattered velocities
of crystal black —
i miss you so…
yet, never left you,
never joined,
our being ever only
mine as mirror
of a golden sky,
minor universe,
one half
of night.

10.25.03

[burnt umber]

you draw
the line in amber gold,
i draw pale green
around
your finger…
faggot tracing
of your memory…
green for amber
burnt
in mirrors,
umber browns,
green vivid
blues and blood thin
amber,
red of summer
meadows.

i grab the earth,
hold the dirt
of grape and plankton
fossil tissue —
build a mound
of amber orange:
translucent tomb
decayed to umber
in the quiet dark.
trace your name
into the earth,
i draw the art
and love
and umber-figured
you were never
there at all.

amber sparkles, in the dirt,
my faggot soul.

10.26.03

[chrome yellow]

all the edges
of sand
in shallow water,
earth’s ripple —
movement over waves —
have turned
to water.
all is liquid
and colored
red ochre…

forest fires
blaze bright,
consuming
lesser motions;
all is fire,
casting color
on the pale
periphery of
ocean.
water of life,
water joining
boy and girl —
chrome ochre
chest and arms
claim precedence
of love and yet
is told as colored
water:
caustic yellow,
chrome identity, boy
and girl.

chrome yellow hair,
chrome wave
above the sea,
blue shadows.

10.26.03