Bamboo and Kudzu
Contrapuntal contraptions
boomerang back in all these refractions
On the glint and the gleam of
whatever did he mean
To convey in the abstract
form of an eleven p.m. fray
Staring blankly at the hubris
of silence in response
As if someone else was going
to come by and mow that lawn
For him the way the chain-smoking
fairy would converge for her
Midnight approaching and the
vines keep growing
Jungle-land at the doorstep
and Bruce is counting heartbeats
“By screen doors beneath the
city, in a bedroom locked
Whispering to himself about
rats in hallways dreaming
No ambulance coming for
strolls in the streets on fire
A death waltz in the raining
circle, reaching for a moment
For an honest stand winding
up wounded and not even dead”
Staggered and staunch like a
target launched upon
From the quiver to the
tipping arrow point shivers
Puncturing and shrill the
silence fills the gaps
Of the darkness of a bedroom
pitter quiet from the asp
Fetching for a wretch,
tickets to a train to forget
One track departing and the
doves are calling
Off in Septembers bending on
the timbers
Of seedlings just planted
this winter
Jingle bells and the snow has
melted in the hell
Of jungle-land yells and
moans of no place is home
Bamboo and kudzu burgeoning
like a reckoning
Clouding the lines of dirty
times
Insects object to the
tenement marching in mass
Faith in arsenates bombing in
borax blasts
Bunker with the cockroaches
to outlast
Millennia like months and
endurance to the hunt
Of principle like endangered
coral
So long to grow and so quick
to suffocate
As the temperature of these
waters asphyxiates
Hope in moats he is too short
to broach
Reflective glass and serenity
in flasks Better off without gorgon masks
Stone Idol love like a
handcuffed drug, Perverted high to deny he knows
The duality of a reciprocal
re-feeding affinity
Proximate to the essence of
self, identified in the undulation
Feedback of a you and an I,
vagabond abscond the sensation
Of love’s definition to be
determined
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