Saturday, November 27, 2010

chariot the solitary kite


01.

Evils of lime hours

She makes dim image
She’s sent her eyes
Sent only her eyes
Not sight
Even dream
She’s denied herself

Who’s that
Nobody knows yet


02.

Someone makes me blind
Who cuts my sight
Come flowers
Come white causes & night
Night weeps to itself
Wallpapers are crackdown

Who cuts my keen eyes


03.

She weeps with herself

She plucks
From the garden
She plucks all
All the flowers
Gardens turn white
The clouds fall here

Chariot
The silence kite
She weeps on a chariot


04.

Dusty moon
Don’t spoil her tears
It’s me that leaving
You know
Dusty moon
Chariot will come

Take off your light


05.

I’m sorry for shouting
At you
Who’re you yester night
There was a gloomy moon
Into a solid lake
She didn’t make silence
She cannot

I’m not sorry


06.

Let’s go for a swim
Keen waters may be thin
Not thinner
They’ll hug us
We’ll break their fate
She made them fire once

Let’s go for a swim
We’ll make an ice rock   


07.

Chariot comes in her eyes
She is dreaming
She is dreaming alone
Oh chariot
Chariot the Devine wings
The silence kite
Thin flowers become teen
The muddy road walks
She breaks her sight

Chariot turns to be a kite
    

08.

We’re going to the camp
The slaughter camp
we've got a red ship
The ship made by air
how far we've to go
ship is blooming
blooming lights
light is running
running kites

we've to make an other sky


09.

In the deep school
We learn here the water & fish
We learn the new proverbs
Time & women wait for none
Nevertheless  
Merely fishes stand in a moment 

The feathery deep school fills up
Fills up with evening slumber
And songs of a fisherman


10.

Firefly of the numb nights comes

Come let’s fetch fish
Come from the northern rivulet
come from the depth of mud
Let us gather

This palm is blind at times
On occasions folded
It prays
It prays for immortality

Come the stony coldness of winter


11.

The light from our limbs burn up
Burn up the dark pyre
sometimes evening breeze blows
as light as duck feathers

The feathers that are acquainted
Acquainted with water
since birth
Yet the heart remains dry


12.

She doesn’t know yet
Woods makes a deep shadow
instinct warms light
flesh spreads into the box
She’ll lie there & breath
stars are brittle
She over her pond

And the silence of chariot


13.

Oh forget her
The spreading eyes
Even that was a trap
to snare her in

The limbless
It’s becomes strong
proves restless
The frail
through an open stage
by shafted mountains

Who pinch at her


14.

Passionate beyond the will
She burned her vain
She may find a fish
Divorced from the bone
distress comes to breath
She broke her blood
the flawed light of stone
Mounting beat the utter water
Charred lust

Its sudden death
She’d found mysterious mud  


15.

Reared in the polluted sky
Fishes walked the tides off
there were other signs

An uncurled cottonmouth
That went on the way

Death
Not birth
She knows the hard loss
 
She also left an eye there


16.

She sat in the dark
She sat on your front porch

Everything was clear to me
your gal wouldn't let you go

I think
she could keep nine moons
She was a dim keeper
She felt less she would be


17.

Think of her loneliness
Laid like weights on the floor
Who pacing the sheared garden
Her shadow hugs tightly around
such a long walk

How far she seems
the wooden wheels
The woods & cascade
Trembling darkness of the city
Pausing for it as she scans them

Think of her loneliness


18.

They don’t know what they are

They’re feeding & kidding  
All shapes & colors
Sizes coming out of the woods
 

Who can send us a kind of book
That tells about nothing


19.

There is a poor folk
Named chariot
She sits upon the ground
when the bird sprinkle

She takes something lime
I’ve sent her
to buy a book like a wing


20.

She likes to feel the spine
of her bones

She likes her
when she is with herself


She likes her buds
She likes what it does
She likes her paws

It is so quite formal a thing
 

21.

The shocking fuzz
She likes slowly stroking
The trembling
she likes to swim 

Her mysterious furry
What is it comes over
Comes over parting slash
And eyes deep crumbs

she likes the thrill  


22.

Promise the mountain
Long before
The light & shadow
Accomplice her

That was years before
someone gave her up
her name grew to mean
Years before


23.

Old memories come back indeed
fingers pressed
Pressed against the glass 

She knows nothing yet 
How much she cannot see
there is a little tide
she moves by so fast this year
burrowing in bank isn’t her way

 
24.

Poppy & tobacco field
the graduate opacities of night
take them away as sudden end

She is brushed by kite wings
and rebuffed by asphalt
the margins of the even’ essence 
Essence the horizon
Dawn on each corner to fiddler  


25.

Dancing Ocean leads in her
until somewhere a rooster nail

Thousands star shrugs her
through snarling hails of rhyme
White shadows slip
Slip across the roof

Ocean leads in her blood


26.

She hurried a breeze
She drove destruction

And looked down
on rifts of torn

Empty houses
Like her with paws
That waited faintly

Plangent over meadows


27.

Hear the voice

Sudden darkness
In her frenzy eyes

Still the fire
Like a parachute
Eroding violence


28.

In her red labyrinth

The scribe sealed the seeds
She cuts the soil with cotton
She binds it with white cotton

To purify the ice quarry
     

29.

Don’t abide for her 
She can be cages
she reads to the shrinking adults
the red horse leapt above the hut

She offs to her in the moon
she laughs jerking the river
Swelling to the size of a tree
The red horse reared

The flowering chariot


30.

She changed into pinpoints

The world collapsed
Collapsed to its old self

When she grown up 
Then it will come

The adults heard as a horse


31.

It’s still a song
Don’t fill her ear
She has deigned Keppel
She means to interrupt

She is to take out her
it is kinder
Than to call someone

She defines
She hears bubble
Say its necktie fog


32.

She treads to the wine god
Immortal

When the sacred procession
Draws near
Where garlands make bright
The bright portals

Immortal
She is feasts to the happy


33.

The crash of red lyres

At all days in the year
When rainy days are here
In dance & in music
Mid the contests

Sweet singing chariots


34.

She doesn’t know
It’s me

She has been here
All night
Abiding for nothing
Or lemon & lime
To find that
She doesn’t mean
A thing

What’s so wrong
She cannot see
Whom torn in half
I wish I know


35.

She shines among the river
The river sinks deep
The rainy-fingered waters

She blooms
The delicate rain falls
Surpasses all the tides 
Tides Spread over the bank
Over the many sunk gardens

In her dancing
She turning her thoughts
In her singing


36.

Call out the butterflies
Drinks away
At her tender eyes
For fate

The flowering clouds
She wandering back
Remembers gentle flies
With longing
Kites & tender pelicans 


37.

To find the darkness
Rhymes of her eyes
Weep to chariot

She is the long dream
Insects don’t fly
On graveyard

Who desire to slumber
Through a night in her
Embrace

She tired of swimming


38.

Giving it the deep ease
The ancient wings

Hug deep into sleep in it  
It turns into the clay
Arching on the rise & fall
Winter drawing in its face
The clay fish of bitter dust

Its lips drink tears


39.

Ripening
She is the alone crops
Her reckless dance
Quickens the pride

For long days
She sleeps into sleep
Fishes turn into naked
They grow strong liquor
Red tears


40.

From fire flowers
Red blood
She would swell 
Drops of dream

From her dreaming
She would coax 
Soft an image
In a leaf

Fair in toys
The locks of hair 
Rings passing
Dawns encompassed


41.

Current & berries
She doesn’t know
That’s come between them

From the sun
The kite glides on clouds
She puts her hand
Puts in the cloud stream


42.

Nothing suffices
She cuts the paws
Catch the sap
In drought or deer

Rootless
Hold them upright
Paws keep out
All directions


43.

She would flood infernal dome 
She would soar
Her locks would wander
All hidden shining 
The mount would arch up   

Words would flow 
Pearly dances
Streaming round the field
Windows would flicker noon   
Divine wine floats on a pond


44.

Her fingers awake
Don’t shout
She would sink down 
Rush into her
Moon would be envy

Shake the woods
For her
Grown into the tree
In her festal fire 
She would be storm


45.

Instead of falling
She flies
Flies across the sky
On the sun-yard
Wind spots

The star
A witness
Draw her tits

Born in the woods
Like sharp maples


46.

Grave will flood tonight
She has awakened
From her nails
She wipes the spot

Leaves upon the waters
She is blown
Blown about inferno
A deep green
Deep as floating

Trees will reach so far
Those arms are restless


47.

Her green fingers
Round the clay 
Carry her
To her pond
She frolics

Her little moon 
Someone drag her   
Her bones
Become her fare 
Red foams beneath


48.

She feels fire piled
White dawn
She comes out
From the leaves
From the darkness

Her faces
One side muddy
Other side icy
Walk beneath her
Run slow
She is not hurries
She draws her shadow


49.

She seized hold
Of the soar 
And Sank
Into the sandy pond 

Once rashly
She cast off 

On the water 
She would revenged
Tide of a river


50.

She whipped him
The word
She has kept 
Not betrayed 

Wind 
Bell rings
Upon the mount 

She has driven
From her place   


51.

Something inside her
Want to blows like a wind
Upon the woods

She shed the waters
That grows in darkness

Last night she told
The waters spun
She puts out her fingers
To grab it


52.

There is a hole along a hole
It has no end

There is darkness into the hole
Darkness is bound
By the blind night
It has no eyes
It has body but soul
Light cannot go there
And
We are born blind about that


53.

Blind at death

She wants to feast
On the end

Placing her nails
Into the waters 

Her skin dry out
Very softly  
Like the leaves


54.

Ecstasy
Old demon comes  
Turn into the wave of fate

Let the nails fill out 
By the mud
A silver fish guides her

Lullaby from the far woods
Wind flight it
Drugs free 


55.

Casual glance

I’m intense in fear
my nostrils quiver
the scent of mud

Caught in the glare
every one


56.

I could dream it
For nothing
Its inborn goodness

Gracefully
I turn around
No steps except
A song of footsteps
Pass away
Eyes ensnared it


57.

Making driven its paws
It plays the part
In itself mounting
Fire quakes the cave

Whimpering
Pile predator
something Blend

coming of ejaculation
laying the wind on soil


58.

She hears the lark
She smells the water
Full in flood

She sees the sun
Sparkling Dark
yet
The sun bites the sky

Nothing to be seen


59.

Unable to be tuned
Fogs of mystery
Touch the noon
Enshrined outside

She cannot see
Decadence
She is closed  

Some eyes are deep


60.

Inside me alive
You know
I gaze on the passion

Dreamer
My purpose is to run
Stalker in the woods
I abide with leaves

Never try to be water
I can read the river


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