100.
All those things let go
one fish could be a hundred of them
rule by rhyme
you don’t see the anchors you see the
hulls
moth flies out of the fog the sun
easy weather for an alchemist
the brutal heteros all asleep
why do I love music music is always
somewhere else
back to London or Lascaux or on to
Jupiter
things shouldn’t lead to anything
things should always follow
there should be a cute lieutenant
leading them
into the cloud castle little darling
you woke up just in time to be
me.
101.
This is our hour
the first of the last time
the lion comes out from the hill and
claws those Christian garments off
battle at sea between the waves a
wave is war
the pull of gravity meets the push of
current and there you are
loud surf all night and the lion
looking at you
naked as the afternoon shingle beach
a cry
a gull and a lion and our time has
come at last
seize and be greedy there’s nothing
left but praise
and where bestow it this tawny
sunrise this mandolin plangent forenoon
all the subjunctives gush over your
lap
sea syntax one same as different as
the mother.
