Kate Buck
As One
to study the white wings of the sea
dragging it’s fine grains like trailers,is to look into
your eyes like suns sunken in their melody
this beauty stares
thrown down into the sea of diamond jets
mind swimming into mind
things have beginnings and endings—
this is Limbo between the decks of a ship.electric bells
move tears,cleaving ravines down your stonelike cheeks.we had
walked under the rain altars—
spirits of the desert,coming to this page
turned by the frivolous wind.different
coloured chapters
the dead hour
when the arrows are shot at 90 and three mourn
full tones ring out eyes
this time see,passing from rock cliffs to purple sea
sea sky and sound
alternate
sound sky sea
striking fingers of light
Many Splendid Suns
yellow satellite
dishes swivel round,a
round to catch the
sOUND
of sun BUZZING
over the SKY
many
furry butter
eyes
looking over
green shoulders
to catch the extra
terrestrial bee
or butter
fly
these many
swarms of dande
lions
are many splendid
suns
AGEless
the moon is very horror
movie moustaches of cloud trousers
on its face,a lamplit smoky room full
of london 1888,in the sky
like a fiery death,a painting framed by
cloud,i can imagine a starry night,a
wolf man holwing,the drunks staggering out
onto the streets as it blithely watches,seeing
all seen all with its black kohl eyes,and scarred
face fire cars wars storms unblinking
it is all for you moon,we—
a puff flower,stars blown in the wind
watching coloured boxes with hearts
apple core,the curtains now
drawn,the illusion,illumination
lost to the window
frame an eyeglass age
less sky
Phishfarm
foreheads of wrinkled waves
grow a whirlpoollike drain
sucking down the strains
of eyes singing light.
what clairvoyance is this?is it
not the sea but what floats in it?
look deeper,to the dreamscape
and refrains may become known
aborted spirits float on the surface
a dead goldfish in a pond of star crossed eyes
who shall say by this world
which is light,which is dark?
truly
the light casts shadows over us all
from the dank jungle pool
to the desert wilderness
we are excavated
gasping,mud splattered
diana’s mistress has gone out—
the distance holds no horizon
just the white cliffs
clasped by the war of waves
let us
sit and watch the waves together
Blue Curse
face wrecked—
residue of self exiled man
a new day
in the woods of your nature
yet the same wind
blown universe
like time personified or a re
turn to times past.cornered
in your arms with poppy
seeds and the drowned
green notes of piano
keys unlocking doors,unlocking
mind’s safe behind the paint
ted picture full of secret lives
past so many different paths
which to take?night day shadow?
i only have my eyes with which
to speak to you and the other
you and me a rose to time’s
blue curse