Sheltering

So grateful for the warmth and delight of #sheltering in these poems. To be held by the woods is nothing short of majesty. So grateful to Aileen Cassinetto for publishing these three poems.

12/30: folly & carburetor

 

folly & carburetor

 

rap dogs of the sidewalk refrigerator

squeeze my carburetor

tire screech

ocean of car language

little voices from the hum

Saturday whining street music

we roll with it

a beam of folly and decay

skeletal longing

where are the roaring mouths & little feet

the spell of a dandelion whistling

rustle and rumble

each of us caught up

a splatter of constellations

 

 

ditch poem #20

it was the wildness

everything was singing and

you tried to protect me

i resisted it was pitch

and forest it was the trenches

i washed my mud and

donned its mother i slept

among the trees my golden guilt

it was the wild nests of

Brooklyn summer it was the

Cyclone everything was grit

and sunshine a glitter

of dun sand. What is protection

he asked under the boardwalk

who rides the Wonder Wheel

i resisted it was milk

or the ditch

so i started digging.

ditch poem #6

we’re all becoming animals here

our scaly skins showing through the stained glass

why now why slither

the rainbow gate beneath suit sleeves

beneath chiffon and tweed

the rainbow plexus in our throats

once a wren ever an abalone shell

we were whole once

wander detritus wonder

the furs in the soft air

gentle browns of wood and bark

as the furs gallop by

identify me

call me into

curiosity pinwheel

i make little sparks

in recent lavas

we were the hands holding

tectonic/footstep

we were the under

and beneath

to speak in soil tongues

to be called into ditches

to be summoned

venal wing

wet black eros melt

leaf matter and dirt cake

the cavity of I root

small declivities of teeth

along the rim

how the mouth knows

we were once rose quartz

we were agate

smashed and smashed

among the rock

your smooth body a reminder