Ambassador of the Sun

Ambassador of the Sun

An essential comedy is

all extremities

rocks, streams and forests

in our absence free

 

In imagination’s death

Earth will prosper

elixirs and bitter tastes

unmeasured near and far

 

Liberty unaccounted  

 

Firing Squad

Firing Squad

Firing squad 1 set up to shoot prisoners

Firing squad 2 set up behind them

and squad 3 behind them

Fire 1! Fire 2! Fire 3! shouted the Komisar

Then squad 3 was set into a circle and fired again.

Everyone was dead and bull-dozed into a big hole.

Let this be a lesson, said the Komisar to no one.

today's poem is "out of jail"

 out of jail

       on July 4

            sky above

                   birds on wing

                            feet above the ground

                                        I feel like flying

                                               and I'm alive

                             but I drop

                       to one knee

                 to cry

          where do I go

                  and what

                       do I do

                             now

I want to see a river flow

    hear soft wind in the trees

         feel sunshine

                and fly away

                    far, far away

                           to glory

Two Imaginary Lawn Chairs in Chianti

 

Two Imaginary Lawn Chairs in Chianti                                         

 as a day’s sun’s heat reissues from the ground

            Tuscan grass darkens around us

-any sunset minus a confluence of phenomena

is only so glorious

a setting may be renaissance perspective perfect

sky Sistine Blue, genius rainbow colors freshly mixed

and all the world’s glory doesn’t matter

as I take your hand

and see into the promised land of your twilight eyes

 

gilded ages are resolved to dusty beauty like postcards                                                  Chianti wines open pandoralike to mix with sky

they pour single notes, mix with your voice

and nameless colors elongate - infinite, articulate

 

time stops, time starts, time forgets -

throw away your scorecard of indifference

                                   and rate the sunshine

faraway blooming over rolled Etruscan hills

                 in the movement of subtle sensation

 

nothing but hills of fading light soon            and

without you I lean dreamless,  foreign,  dimmed

shoulder to a crumbling wall                  

                                               where leaves fall