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blood of the cucurbita
we are myth
we are legend,
behind fences we are found
bred and sacrificed on all hallows eve,
generations past
gutted and carved in celebration,
so misunderstood seen only as decoration
as human skulls on poles once where,
unlike my wild cousins in mexico
scattered over landscape and mountain,
they do not suffer the tampering
of our genetics
79 loci,
phenotypic slides for frankenstein,s scientist
altered , inbred,
not realizing our beauty
in shape and color
palmate leaves , long tendrils
unisexual flowers touched by gentle bee
curling about stamen
stroking with long legs
collecting pollen my yellow stain
peponapis body thrumming
resonant on my petals,
10,000 years of domestication
treated worse than dogs
compliant in nature as man knows best
our flesh substance forgotten
as gourd display incised and flensed
to amuse and terrify
projects of another’s nature
that is more disturbing and cruel
no more clapboard storehouse
seasons merchant brings the harvest
flesh ripened berries and firm apples
john deere’s wander fields
barns fill with crop,
barricades still out against winter
last flush of heat clinging on
birds on the cusp of migration
still hold a note in song,
and i face my execution
she had wanted me for years
now i was disposable,
unable to plow fields
and seed a decent crop
inverted hearts adorn the page,
and i find the porch
for sleeping some more,
i wish the merchant did not
expect so much,
being a simple man
i was now to be abandoned
she could make her heart autonomous
it had to turn inside
beneath her maiden outlines
no flesh expanded as she expected,
evicted to the car
its vinyl bench with no pillow
woke one morning and drove
leaving her and her field
to be sown by another
in spring
sedoka #1
desire crawls past
as seasons speak in tongues gone
the infinite becomes ghost,
seasons spit lingers
poor heart withers for kisses
this season brings back the lost
blind code of tragedy
o glad spring
natures skin covers all again,
immortals forgotten
books buried in dull folded earth
tender vortice consuming hearts,
there is a thirst for the coming sand,
grass may tremble as it has risen,
flaming rings and streaming darkness
colossal worlds had not seen anything
of this before,
innate crawling at our borders
no day is forever,
spires and battlements no place
for ones such as this,
cold petals of a comets tail
let it pass
nine waves of birth
many wanted it shrouded
mother
scarlet ribs exposed expired,
now here would grow
one of a darker shine is coming
in a place on fifth street
habitat of men’s waste
civilization stiffened,
once before it had been seen
but not born as this had been
limbs without foetal sac extend
ribs expanded
a new biology that was rapid and sudden
fear came in quarters
with each section of growth,
it knew and would consume voracious and explicit,
time segmented to be lived
as and when it wanted,
those who knew to object
found in a deep lividity,
and there was others born of old natures form
fragile anthropoid womb,
as they rose
as did the hero
figure in fixative of mood and relevance
could he protect against such malevolence,
he was a lure to the failings and complexities
we had once known,
from poulticed womb
sucking on earth drawn nipple,
would live and not yield,
he could not comprehend
that he would see
stark in it’s contrasts a beast to be fallen or understood,
flesh decays for a reason
both he and beast
faced a modernity
that was new and abstract
in a wasteland of succession ,
beast would find it’s way
limbs gave way to wings
stretched on the industrialism and democracy
that came before
fear could be a portent
science a response not a reaction
could not comprehend,
even those who had laws
that pastured and herded
experienced a sight problematic
with their domestication to older gods,
he again the one chosen to slay
as they truly wanted,
two creatures find a companionship
astride ocean’s they left
the tentative threads of old tragedy that existed,
and watch the tilt and slide
on axis of belief and society
fall away to a darkness
worse than nothing
electric seasonal analysis
in open eyed sleep
those bridges have no span
as night follows the curve
spreading darkness
and moons quarter glow,
fox on bed of rotting
fall leaves unblinking
wanting for a lonely prey,
whales ceaseless extend
range across oceans
that have many liquid paths,
and the infant
at the bars of it’s cot
red eye tired
holding on waiting
with some trepidation
as scissors of day cut slits
letting light seep through,
new light new day
streams winter refreshed
grass becomes unbowed
no longer submissive,
it smells different
under blanket of darkness
a transformation
of renewal
of procreation
the urge to replace winter fallen,
infant releases bars
sitting back
it’s face acknowledges
what this morning
has brought
Four Haiku
grit sea wind blown falls
burning eye as winter comes
morning dims to pale
i am there again
dazzled under camera
she as flesh to me
unforgiven flash
of written resolution
ideas cascade
from bosom to loin
i in extreme insolence
radiate summer
http://haiku-heights.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/september-heights-day20-p179-lights.html
Departure of a Giving Land
my morning wreckage
brings gulls to the
wine hearted waters
still roiling with a mind’s
desire,
grasping out with unfeeling
fingers,
everything slips through,
my glances had taken me
beyond beauty and the pallid
embers of dusk,
leaving the night and it’s cast
of iron stars
to be bold and unrelenting,
i rose on feet
more made of clay
than months before,
shrugging of what had been
dreams of scents and color,
the day would be a clear passage
i would move calm and sure,
other days will be as good,
only the mind has knowing walls
retaining the moisture of those
things to be forgotten,
a dampness that sometimes
rises to the surface,
a reflection of eyes on the face
holds it at bay,
as summer is drawn on ropes
further away.
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