Players: AM, SC, HC, T, JF
A Treasure Wrest from a Dragon
Tell me not from which direction to turn
The librarian no longer catalogs her smooth dreams
I looked again and saw the name, Beloved, which was mine and always had been
Look on ahead and you will see the mountains whose open arms welcome you
I promised that day to never look back on any of my yesterdays
Dog Days of Jupiter
Away! At a loss for seashell peregrines, the fool stood waiting at the door
And I suddenly felt at peace
Himalayan crescent moons reside within
Don’t go too close to the edge unless, that is, you want to
Give a little purple time… gain a little ghost
Geriatric Gastronomy Lessons (from a friend)
Oh, clock on the wall, tick with merry chatter
The fire shattered into pieces
Maybe it would have been better in the sea
A new blackened land, sans keyboard
And with it, the radiance of the sun
My Time on the Moon
The weaponized veterinarian speaks in tongues
Awash… in a multitude of limbs and shellshocked fantasy armor…It was useless from the start
Suddenly I thought of what that meant
Sorry, I forgot what I was saying. Sorry.
But in the end, if this is the end, I miss it.
An Eternity in the Underground Places, a poem by Alvaro
Last night, I think I lost my mind briefly
That makes me proud to call this bunch my compatriots
The holding out of hope of some November morning
If a door opens, one must always fall through it
Ah, at last, a rose and an empty tortoise shell, the world in bloom
The Myth of the Foot
Away beyond the mountains of my youth, my looming tomb
As we lay half asleep, Mother came to us and whispered:
I’ll confess the secrets of truth and love to nobody in particular
An unbridled watershed of crayola firmament
The turtle’s park remains open from 9-11 always
The Moral of the Story
An oyster opens to catch its own soul
A disco ball in a lightless cave, my spirit
I don’t know. You used to be so loving, but now –
I tell that to myself in a bad storm at sea, as well as this
And on (or beneath) the ground… a song long sought
A Candle of Iridescent Glass
Along the path I heard my companion call to me and say:
Why hold back the onion – colored leopard from its prey, alas…
Butcher’s hat floating in the ether
But what of all discarded bones? We could build of them a castle
Years ago, years ahead, vibrations in the mist.
All of my Feelings Today: a poem by Alvaro
The blind king turned to me and said
A shimmering promise that “You won’t have to do it after all”
Space craft sheds its hope
To tell that final derelict fornicator to absorb its final fruit
It was a total disaster but I don’t mind trying
Suffocation of Diamonds
A winter dawn in the heartstone
Blue desire without any origin
The time has come again, so green and fair, to wait the changing hue of evening treeline
Then I resolved to never eat at that restaurant ever again
The ancients made mistakes, and so can I
