orchards of rockland maine 1892

fruit of pomona

yielding to reach and touch ,

never to be split between friends and lovers

that homer once wrote of them,

slight tug separation from tree

a tree that would outlive the fingers

among the branches,

each gathered in wicker basket

green and red flesh perfumed

one of softer flesh skin slipped off

pulled open juice spilled nested in pulp

not seed but foetal form,

an emerging conterpart who would grow

in truth,

licking away textured pale pulp revealing all

form grew and writhed,

this was nothing that pliny had written of or the

romans seen yet she knew,

as a woman in her warm spelt bosom,

the coming thunder was starting with overlaid clouds

to raise it’s crescendo,

female foetus of of rockland maine

with mind akin would grow so well,

her fingers had known degas face,

eyes seen the waves of suppression ,

in this basket another voice grew

oil impressionism

captured scene milhaud tones

creation and completion

the veritable truth,

that fruit of pomona spoke so well

no more a planet of empty milk and bread

in the spirit of the gods

many would red lip sacrifice

banner to trumpet call

it was settled now

I Mammalia

linnaeus said i was of the breast,

mammal,

others said

homunculus being of man,

i am structure labels and description

hominid not pongid,

erect bipedal classified and arranged

my own name of inconsequence

i am myself living with fossil ancestors,

last of a kind,

pan troglodytes and pan paniscus

my shadow shape and form,

pan feeder and fertility

of these as much as well

not so much as a deity

but origin being

vessel of twenty three chromosomes

and passion to extend the lineage,

being morphologically  comparable

to those of saggital crest,

linnaeus believed in sex and the line

as with his botanica

sexual with bridal beds

as perfumed and scented as passion be

now a dancing self deity

procreation and self extension,

finding the mate

passion raw astounding the stars

grunts of elemental exhaustion

a galaxy of cellular construction

swirl compete and fertilize,

i am mammal

feeder of the breast natures nurturer

and wonder of flesh

 

 

Founder Keeper

piss not the only river to the sea,

new land, new era

drunk last night

in a sobering cool

looked at squared ships

Nina and Pinta,

Good Lord they had made it,

flesh transient to come

indigenous others to fall,

acquisition the aim,

land on the wheel of kings emotion,

sometimes wanted or cast off,

this was a prize,

a prize of democracies future

to inherit,

people would come

to this social bazaar

intermingle and weave

and live on the brandy breath

of a drunken sailor,

harmony song

an arc of words,

turmoil and transition

yet resolute and steadfast,

from a boat

to population sprawl

water to plaza

strip malls and floral suburban

displays,

tenacious hearts with fluttering

pride,

from the moistened Genoese boot

shaking of an idle drip,

comes paradise

in it’s most ambiguous form.