every
sand grain a cell:
little hourglass full
of malignancy: ill tidings:
half full
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Author Archives: J⊙seph Amm⊙ns
pounding
puddles to beats
with rhythmic feet, circles
concentrate themselves around her:
“Hey, Lo!”
unchurched,
i want to leave
behind red stainedglass blood-
light and discover the wilder
tree thorns
your eyes
impossibly
blue me like two daymoons
in a dream you wove with a glow
needle
(the pith
of which makes a little dream box
you can prick with a wish
and say goodbye
to blue)
Nothing can eat my mother
With the sublime protection
Of my knightly ritual
I make a sign of circles
To trace the sign of the star
(Nix comprises the phoenix)
And through son, mother saves self
mother
of the pearl caul
unslime my great bald head;
wrap me in too-golden towels;
food, please
yang-yin
life’s a half-crazed, wildeyed thriveling
her pupils tremble and dilate
in a dream she seems
to walk along the cornstalks
eating ryebread
she thumbs seeds
into the sand
.
death’s a half-sane, disconnection spanning
his non-claws don’t click,
constantly cleaving
he saunters along the concrete
with a smile but no plan
eats nothing and drags
life by the hair
Conc-shelled
Arpeggios
Outwardly ripple in
Sides of the centers of soft God’s
Eyes: “Wave!”
Dark cherub
Plucking her goat skin
Harp strings in time signatures
Banned before Day One plans to maintain
Mandorla:
Plays for play,
Scales spiteful notes: a culling lullsound
(Here falls one sleepy pilgrim):
Plays tones eternal,
Fingers prick
ashen pentacle
moments
(when black coffee
settles in the belly
yet has not asserted effect)
collect –
queasy
wooden windchimes
dongling formidable
and they usher some thunderclouds:
stormvane –
embers
unred, ready
to forecast new lightning
burns, old powervanes, landing spots:
pent up
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