A saint is in the eye that sees thee Upholding light impatient skies descend-- 5 Blue litmus insert bedeviling a patched wold Changeless spirits inherit and descry a lice-bed. Infinitely dark trees 10 shade the scree- Shaped cynosure-- adoring Life! Crying bloods leak down a marble eye In thirsting wish seeing 15 glory-adornments Perched at the white clasp of your throat Charging the plush surge velvet time blots 20 --- in violet time reprised!
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Oh my giant honeydrop Y'know my heart will never stop Look at me I look at you Is all I ever want to do 5 Oh my cherry lollipop There my cherry lollipop Oh ma chere I look at you That's all I ever wanna do
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Quiet. Ronna Bunker & Gregg G. Brown
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Her silvered eyes entranced the moon, leapt bare From dim cornice to swept heaven, stared The moon-man from his stirless rest By fibers of affection bound him breast to breast. 5 So Isabella charmed each element she met, Bent to calm waters, and made those waters crest As she were the moon come down to trod the wood And with luminous looks set whispers among the reeds. The wind that swept her sighed away enthralled; 10 And crickets kept her steps enshrined with hymns; Birds added wondrous silent powers to their calls And marked her visit solemnly, like small dignitaries trimmed; Sweet berries shook themselves to roll along her palm And of those moon-liveried lips have some taste 15 Before they of their giving taste gave all.
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Here my winter heart, And there my summer soul In frosting opposition stand: As when noon and midnight meet, 5 Contend.
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[For her of whom I have written both "A million-souled angel this incarnate minute," and "When I in my lover's eye am cast aside," and felt both sayings true with the savage conviction of a ghost doomed to haunt the deathcamp of his last breath] In her cockle-slip of coffin My love lies lightly best; Out of my own small, sinned bones I begin 5 And shape one splinter to sail gigantic seas; I lay the red keel in my breast.
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Stop, ageless star, kissing my desire That night has fed with dreams of lasting fire And see the charging river such kisses have unhearsed: For pale and pointless as the stony ground 5 Have I lain with whispers until by night immersed And in that night await your silent burning sound! I look to you when my youth deceives me And all the tempest of my indignant blood Throws the sauntering seas of daydream into fever: 10 Ever calm above these opposing storming seas That meet in my breast and cancel You stare, bright star, in vauntless victory ever!
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Her eyes intensified destroyed the impossible clarity of the evening. Aquamarine at midnight, skies of milk and summer. By erasing it yet more clearly. Hyperbolic acid in her glance-- impossible to petty moralities; all enter and dissolve. Ha ha! How luxuriantly have caravans of myself, my own, my bedouin soul, passed green nights exploring these portals. Meadows of somber enormity. Ha ha! This should interest those who pretend to be scientists of spirit.
Myself? I am rapturous for escape. Into reality, the unpurveyable.
Prom-dressed scarecrows stuffed with diamonds of anguish would pay a very high price for my innocence.
Then:
---Your mouth is a brood ground of old whores.
Every word is an untranslatable genesis.
---Piquant egotism!
I say her eyes.
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Her incandescent body Tender under told time's one gigantic tick Incinerates hours and fables by swept, kept licks; Molten beneath the moon's white story 5 One by one the unspoiled stars spill from her side. Take all my lorn light unshorn (to you only belonging) Twist flame and flower and winking spring Into the midnight ivy of your dark, swung hair And into the blended candle's long eye at dawning. 10 Twist every strand of the wild, wild air Into the midnight ivy of your dark, swung hair Until Love jumps out from spuming earth And mounts the lost, cross ways of my breath. All-at-once lovely in your loved eye, 15 Awkward and able, spry and awry, My burning body like a shouted cross I move (O golden-boned frame suffused with unrefusing Love!) All-at-once lovely in your loved eye. Now out of sparring breath 20 I pause to praise and honour all her ways: Whirled brave alive again from her inward world I sing all loves sprung from her beginning word; And deep in the sacristy of her candle-hot breath I lay down my moons and worlds for the honor of her days.
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Beyond the fell pace of antelopes Lost to sight in the cold engulfing woods Where hot hounds give ululating chase, up slope And deep into the dimmest mossy fold--- 5 There my mind in ranting rage unwinds And knows the sharp sorrow of each bitten thing And falls with the great hart in bludgeoned love;
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Hold my absent heart. Fill my broken sky. Tournequet my lurching lies. Hold me where my heart's departed, 5 But don't step on my squish, lady baby. Ronna Bunker & Gregg G. Brown
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These fish are angel that blast by my reef-fingered hands and coral-coated tongue stuck in singing Scales and nitrous loves breathe 5 deep and fluid rides Ronna Bunker & Gregg G. Brown
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I'd divine the source your rich mystery was made in But head cannot know what heart's forsaken That groans awake in the harassing [solitary] wind Which irritates these high-borne summer grasses 5 Stirred as I to your blood's momentary thrumming: How out of deafness had I heard your deep soul coming? And what strange remembrance then shall my heart find Pulsing beneath new autumn's colored masses When lungs pulse solemn in the halo-light 10 Beaten to sweet gold above one winter's night? O there are days that drive one to be blind To all the world's cruel, compelling ashes And force my bludgeoned, hidden heart to see A coarse, cold beauty behind a dark reality.
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I'll resign the moon [And all the fainting artwork of stars tear down] And all the flagrant shouting stars That leech their whiteness to every sky 5 Indifferent as the wind For her whose whiteness stays concentrated More than the gigantic roaming moon Or meteors that diminish as they pass In higher light oval as true love 10 That touches everything as it touches You with its white tangential tongue.
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Parted lovers met on life's intervening strand: Close in love, and closer still in loving. Pearled light held the near angels' adoring, 5 Angelic in reflection of love's uplifted brand.
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All these unlimited ministries glisten Ingeniously-- lights capitulating to lights' Increasing haloes. So her face 5 Angelus limitless from lips to unpinned hair In my heart radiates life Until every limb lies annealed And even my fingers infect the spring with joy Teaching each sweet bird its flight 10 From high height to highest! Purloined glories from my smashing chest Accept no council Neither fear nor philip of wit Nor care of any creepy pink thing 15 But plunging on in their own bewildered wonderment Scroll out til stars pile up Making earth's envisioning air Seem the thinnest ribboning.
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Let it come, let it come Hypnotized time of supremest Love! I faint from paitience, My memory dead; 5 Fears and falseness-- enchantments! To heaven are fled. And Love's soft thirst My sick veins bursts. Let it come, let it come 10 Hypnotized time of supremest Love! by Arthur Rimbaud
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Love and longing live for light--- It is a torch's tempted touch Comes to candle conscious sight, Komes in kicking blisters-- it is too much! 5 My love and longing endure a night; Every luminescence shut when she blinks against the light.
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Alright, I think, Almighty, I I saw the pale fingers of love Push God-bones through the grey eyes 5 Of a burning dove. I'm so goddamn sober I ain't no goddamn lobo; You're just anti-social No friends outside the go-go. 10 Ronna Bunker & Gregg G. Brown
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Up the singing stair I bound as heart Pounds a rhythm of joy, unbounded, full Of its own spread glory as kissed lips that part To set royal notes to soul's burning all. 5 Here there is wine; wine, poetry and love To last all evening long, and light the morn In flame everliving as my spirit moves Above the limning eye of dawn. I've borne Untold sorrows as wind bears up the clouds 10 That fly into the atmosphere's soft Height, where still my soul beats loud! O inner certainty, sure as that sky aloft I'd give again each heartache, live every painful hour That I may know one moment of beauty's fearsome power.
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My neon heart's kneeling in defeat; Beauty by its gentle precept Now all its silken ties relents, Loosening sighs my soul had kept. 5 Never under a deeper terror Moved one blinded spirit's seraph Than this enchanted note might tell of ---However voice is prone to error! For I was one who had loved Love! 10 Nor ever for my hot fondness stood reproved But tripled-up that passion cold eyes removed, Heating deep Atlantics from my heart's cove. Sacred were those wellspring's vents! Deeplier delved than baptismal frankincense 15 Crushed to holy foreheads in Arab tents--- Never of life's pulsings to relent! Time has put all such dreaming now to bed, All louder hearts to quiet 'neath calmer heads As if to lie asleep were to forget the dread: 20 Though lying living now, we shall lie dead. So then what is it to have lived? Nothing; if not "to have loved." Thus life's premise is against me proved And I am dead--- though I have loved.
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My heart's a lamp of "red, mirrored fire" Blown to sun-eyed daises flown From the uncovered light of her chest; Now ashen heart has a smoky charm to fondle 5 And she had a will to touch such smoke A wick-licked nipping love Mouthed from the sensual tongue of summer air Writhing with daisies in the heaven-flooded fields Whirled about her rich wildness where she lay. 10 Then all my pyred, wronged Soul abandoned broken in its ageless grief Stood forgetful of its doom of harm In the myriad afternoon of her maenad's chin: And lapped in happiness through the tumbledown night 15 I rose with the joy-streaked stars again And felt in the blood-flared marrow Of my pyring, fire-christened soul's core The meadowed virgin's sung lovingness come Whiten and bless me with her petal-fall.
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How sweet the blossom shouts the winter's over In cannonades all of yellow love Starring a ground still downy As if summer suns outswept the inaugural day. 5 How dawn's above this starling stalk uncertain Which of the light is bearer and receiver!
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Once under silent stars I kneeled weeping, I sewed a night-black dress for funeral keeping; Seeded by midnight threads of loves kept waiting The breads we held together kept their braiding. 5 And far past the trenchant moon's unlacing Glittered cakes and icy lights. My bleeding Starts: my nightly heart lies beating In a funeral dress of white threading White as these stone breads our hands keep kneading. 10 Ronna Bunker & Gregg G. Brown
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I have been by your tempests overtaken And wallow waterlogged in your waves' swales Whose salt in tender licks my mouth Opens thirsting for.... Drowned by years 5 Of loving whatever your love abandons here On the constant beaches of my devotion. Not one pebble turns from the spray away Or hesitates to douse itself in you.
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Ice cathedrals rise to disappear in air; A cold-halo hugs the moon with light And radiates all through the star-shot night, A God-eye x-ray of my swooning spirit 5 Thrown large against the winter's distance. The cold tongue chips from the mouth of Baudelaire, Stark grey and somnolent on his nude tomb And pitted as a rotting virgin's womb. Oh song of Baudelaire! strike through 10 Death's blight, and light's: ring, rise and yet renew The eviscerating dark that here unscrews Melting eyes from intoxicated sockets. How should poets love the night and yet refuse To saunter the sun's mercuric center and unlock it? 15 Daniel J Weeks, Gregg Glory
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Naked angels who watch my spirit, weep As I have wept, and still this vigil keep. For purer love has never in its season Been given than this I give unease in. 5 O Disquiet! Come hallow this soul of me Forged between an ariel halo listing in fire And sultry dusts spurring restlessnesses. Come shift my spirit's solidity-- as mist Arisen to sun's atomizing power 10 Lifts to brighter character by its change of state.
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Riding angel-lambent in cloud-crystal bliss I mock all pricking peaks' diminished blacks Until the near sun dissipates like a vapored kiss And all Love's crystal excess cracks away and sinks 5 Light-shattered to the deep-augured sea. I sing my imaged beauty's bright obsequies As rancid temples sink from my heightened sight And anchors reel away from now-rising ships; I sing despite defeatists who moon for cold Carthage dead 10 Or, sunk with heart-tonnage of thickest lead, Curse the blessing God gave them free: Truth, dear Beauty, and long-souled Liberty! Thus I fly on, re-luming a salvaged past Until out of whatever worst of worst surrounds 15 I divine this syllabic, righteous best!
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Once,
That night I wrapped jilted Beauty in my arms-- and I found her bitter-- and I spit at her.
I cursed her; and I [she] wept.
I pickep up the gun against Justice. Terrible vengeance!
I ran.-- O Bitches! O Misere! O Hate! All that is precious I have left with you.
Ill luck was my idol. Sadness, queen over me. Tragady was my master. Unhappiness, my GOD. I, the evil prince.
And then at last the tender Spring apportioned to me the frightful laugh of an idiot!
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Look to where groins are purring To touch the spur to flank; Miraculous backs heave sweating In midnight's suspended black. 5 O open your heart without letting Until the moon bends down to watch; Touch fire and fire to match, No matter the weight of the dark.
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Although my love's made for joy I taste black ashes at my lips; For I am pining sick in love And love is all my remedy. 5 For love but wounds to cure By wounding giving cure, cured to wound again! I am an apostle of that ecstasy And still cannot the deadly sweet Of love's maddened sweat forget. 10 Such is love's mystery When we lie abed Who would give heart's cure Must first stitch heads. Though love is brief, on my hurt I meditate 15 And find all ill who all-wished for sweet; One heart, my own, unowned Like a drop of salt-sweet spray Cold oceans of feelings shows. Oh still to be a human thing alone!
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Sleeping in the tender light of alone My body made itself an army-- My many minds alarmingly rebelled-- My noisy dreams were tossing stones to hell: 5 What heaven bounced back? No echo tells Of tender any keeper. Attack. The sounds How solved, bending, holy, doving, proud Moved to the ways my unkept singleness still loved. Ronna Bunker & Gregg G. Brown
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Small faces gather at the great, Romantic heart Staked alive in the stiff glare of dead eyes' love-glances, An icicle-daggered light that stabs the loveless dark. How like the vaccuum-vacant philosophy of Sartre! 5 Small faces proved mute, they slink towards death.... Dwindled souls! Seek death's vile ecstatic chance! O hatred! glow again within this loving breath And spurn with angel's-fire every falseness weaving wreaths About this lighted grove of truest Love 10 I hold within me in untresspassed stillness yet. Every striving leaf to some high lightness tends, Sending its green tendrils through a shadowed net; So I strive, and my striving may have no let. O Love, love How sacred is this tended flame no matter how you move--
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Spigot says "Take that, evil-doer! Your life of pig is overly done! Your sin of winning no more shall come Disguised in pink and pearly sure!" 5 Fascinated faucet spat right back: "The pure I spit is surely sauce and porkly big." Thus lumbered spigot and faucet on From flush night-crack to dribbling dawn 10 Arguing and arguing and arguing through bigs of brawn. Ronna Bunker & Gregg G. Brown
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There, nimble and fantastic As the bar closes, a tilting girl (Near wooden doors eerily elastic) Stands, dances and twirls, 5 Shrieking "Life!" to adoring airs A chandelier's flaming wings make roseate. "My angel, my light, come down, come here!" She leaps from her chair-- too high, too late-- Pirouettes, trips, recovers herself 10 In the innocence and vision of a dream: From the paradise of her lips An atmosphere, a heaven, of absinthe Slips. Drunken and lovely, the Intoxicant, 15 Following with feet wherever heart went, Learns like a supplicant to lean On whatever the dream means.
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The face haunts me. Melts, vagrant ghost that it is, enters my veins and wells up to impossible laughter. Shrieking radiance of newness-- shrill and virile! Well, well, I feel that I have not yet forgotten how-to-love.
Blue innocence of adorning airs-- unnecessary extravagance! in the face of your face. Come, stand beside me. There is so much I demand to imagine as still possible tonight. How void of solace is the empty moon! One bladed touch of your fingernail, and the world lies ripped around me in bleeding shreds.
Art, poetry, complexity: Let us destroy these sterile mechanics of happiness--
How uselessly this world is gold troubadour to my impulse!
Yet, the face haunts me.
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Halfway to heaven a hero and sinner rest, Grave mouth to mouth, and breast upon breast; Long were those kisses as the sky may melt and sway, Deep the breaths that crest up there 5 Until mountains are clay. Straight upright stand the dead, Trumpet upbourne on skull and head; No laurel wreaths do their eviscerate hearts display, All that song had woven together now lays unmade; 10 And thorn and dust have taken All song and tongue away. When God's asleep we'll dance as saints,--- In naked innocence heart and skin may meet; Clouds of proud demeanor will fall from our breaths, 15 Our milk kisses pour and taste milk-sweet Deaf to the whisper of death.
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Twice by speed of love was my message sent Dimming suns by bright heart's relent- Less, sincere and spiritual, self-amusement. Here joy castled and burning voices flowed 5 As fire were water, up skies bluely endowed (By wedded loves' light now new embowered). And --as a flower-- leapt my longing Universes high, unkempt light prolonging As tender looks in lovers' eyes are kept 10 By mutual fire alive against the ashy wish of death. Thus this flaming wreath hath reft roses and suns Of their writhing petals, but not their worth Which, reckless of cold time's slow vast waste, runs On and on, racing still my pulses to loved earth!
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When I truly dream on Paradise for me, how few faces accompany the vision! None of them recognizable! Here, an unendurable tenderness-- leechlike affections, very like modern art. Empty souls gyrating with a sound of suffusing suction! Wanton in their emptiness, their excessive lack. What sold-out paucity. Inhibitionists sacrificing the spinning wish to live! Mourning doves hop from my head to eat out the eyes of these remorseless sycophants. Trapped by a desire-- they know nothing of how to desire reality for themselves... Ah, my petite soul! How conjugal thy green dance. Come, swirl your cherry scarves around me! We shall play at spitting on these faces!
. . . . .
Shattered lilies on the abstract faces
Poor bastard! I shall wear your skin-- as a victory and a celebration! You have stripped it off as a drunkard strips off moderation. How jealous of God's spotlight ached St John! There is a willing divinity--- as real as any pig sacrifice in Tahiti.
. . . . .
Angels possessing cowardice! You too!-- I have felt it-- wings delicate and oily as a fly's, shivering with the anticipation of some heavenly visit-- the recorded face of a little girl at the instant of death; the very moment when she threw herself on the tracks to save the family dog. These are the fetishes of good spirits.
I myself am hurtling down the same track, my eyes magnetized by my eventual death-- a death totally without salvation: For I have seen the glorious angels and stood among the hive as they communed with their Creator. My hanging heart, hungry with righteous appetite, has been caressed by the Supreme Hand, altering its tick-- but still I refuse to believe in them; I won't stick by that dirty crew! Not I! Not that lot!
Still, heaven is open to me. Its razor azures. Just the thought of falling in love stops my heart.
. . . . .
The watered loves of salvation. Again! Again these symphonies disrupting restless dusts. How long and how lovingly I longed to be a corpse! Let the roses close over my eyes-- how shyly! Simply the moon's light leaks into the tomb, my arms crosswise, awaiting the heart's cool command to cease. My nostrils shudder at the other corpses; morose disfigurement gnarling the stone. Even in death I am a snob! To have given as I gave: this face to this time! Horribly, I held her hand. I mewed, "I love you." And at this, at this her vailing virginity lapsed! No heroic soul melted between us. Monstrous Beauty! Chaste hands held and licked like cold-cream. How tender were the lies we steeped each other in! Disingenuous lust, dispirited genetalia. She, too, was dead. Her eyes died when I licked the tears from her face-- and laughed!
We are so immemorially close! In the velvet afterlight of burning decay, how solemnly her lips beheld mine. Bridegroom to spent darkness. Avidly, vividly, licking. Night, night, my own most especial despair! Unwrap the spirit this cellophane traps! Extend my nauseousness to the masses! Sick, and in infinite hope infinitely despairing, I extend my tongue to your bootsole... I weep if I can touch one discarded object of your hatred!
Mysterious Heart!
My words are nails!
Useless nails!
What a Satan I truly am!
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When you are gone my heart is buried In damned time, my grave maker and keeper; What tripped unerringly then stumbles, dead In a world deceased, save for active reaper 5 Who seeks live hearts for deadliest solace And in velvet caress comes touching to kill. I adopt the cowl and wear an empty face Stained by cold reticence when I lack your will Which hotly blushes all my good intent 10 As sunlight interfuses loveliness To every airy thing, in whole or part, Imbuing sheer transfigurement by thy wish. But now, my sun, you are come again And make all departure welcome by such return.
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All these longshoremen of the heart can go fuck O water water aching blue and bright Get that little scubagirl up to the light-- Prayers are ashes when heaven is wet: 5 O lonely little scubagirl, fly up to my net! My heart is full of candy roses, My hand's a daisy patch; I bless all runny noses 'cuz I hope one blessing yours will catch. 10 O little aqua lycra scubagirl You swim in my Adriatic heart's red swirl.
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blonde tomb, tangled tongue, I go spirit-cased to glory golden bow and boy 5 a lute-haired god I trod soully aware I come close and closed for now a noel of no-note tolling a lemon-lozenge 10 apocalypse in lip-sync Ronna Bunker & Gregg G. Brown
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