The
irish tenor
For R.C.
Held
by a limb off a rocky crag
Over a tumultuous sea
For truth
and love
What place is this?
It was once the most
western point
of the known world
duop
redux
out
of the air and out ear into air
I'm the Duke
of Earl
what a prodigious thought
and stupid too
and what's even better
Nothing can stop the Duke of Earl
and sometimes for a moment
that's all it takes
something
about long ago
we come off the desert after
seven years into a green wood
then night
unexpected phosphores
illume multitudinously
in punctate
a dark
we once were
oh, gee!
fire flies
Blue
Light Special
the book
(DSM III) says it was
well systematized delusions
ravens in concert
blue
cobalt blue
true
azure
knife blue cutting the
sky and soul alike
nobody
believed then
nobody believes now
poets moving as clouds
through colors
birds on the wing
but it happened
you know Shakespeare
believed
in magic
and that's good
enough
for me
