The Quantumverse
Fill is to feeling
as Cossack is to Mars –
Your gallop, flying over steppe,
riding into the air at escape velocity
To raid the stars,
the moon your scimitar –
braving the impossible sky,
an arc across cold space
From the heat of your horse –
Quadrille for dVerse
The Year slow-rolled to a stop,
at midnight the moon’s transmission
fell out with a clunk.
The poets were out of gas –
no roar in their coffee,
no boom-boom love in their pens.
The return of the sun and inspiration
a dreambillion lightyears
away.
Quadrille for dVerse
Sea worms
litter the winter beach –
wriggling rings,
tiny Christmas wreaths
of bristling pink holly
and red berry ossicles.
Unwrapping
their presents of clams,
seagulls feast
like it’s Saint Crispin’s day –
an all you can eat
martyrdom of bivalves.
The bluff has given back
fifty feet to storms
another house will soon fall,
calve it’s cinder blocks
and sticks in
miracle birth.
You hand me gifts of beach glass
but my pockets are full,
my store return slips them
back to the sand
when you bend down at the tide line –
magi of starfish, cockles and myrrh.
The hobnail feet of Winter
mash us into slush
as if to press iced wine
from our broken skins
a crush on spirits
of summer love
tasted, stripped
just off the vine
sleet’s sharp rhythm
in robes of immaculate white
dancing
on our graves
Quadrille for dVerse
The crack of dawn…
is like a big taco!
OK, a big breakfast taco –
scrambled egg clouds
stuffed in a flour tortilla.
The sun split your sleep
against the bowl
and whisked your dreams.
It’s quite a mouthful.
You’re going to need salsa.
Quadrille for dVerse
A late summer sky so hot
you could cook extinction
on the pavement –
soon enough it will light the leaves
above my head
and they will burn to the ground,
comforting flames
before we cave to winter.
I am in harmony
with Nature here.
Late Quadrille for dVerse
