Nocturne I

This is me, flagrant under the hot moon, casual
stars running lights around me. So
when I said I loved you I meant What
Curve! One ritual of tongues. Bitter
blood jammed at the heart.
A witch somewhere
swearing incantations while I squat
on the grass. Cool sequins in the sky. Frost
on my tongue. O
inclement moon moon over and always
a slight sliver of mud under my nail.
A little darkness to keep.

October Dusk 1949

Running in the dark,
the smell of earth deep in your face. Turning
To the south,

There are giants on the waterfront.

Oilcloth & glitter.

Is it not an historic impulse when you step
Through a shadow. Your cheek
sublimated to soft pillows.

Awake at 3 a.m.

Raise your head from the pillow, and listen .
Outside your door, ghosts ~
A cotillion between rooms where they
dance.

It is the way the eye erodes that makes you
see. Gravel

splitting through snow.

Bush star
outside, inside:
a green fire.