Beguiled 

Excerpt  from Mary

Did Mary have pleasure

when God did it to

her to get Jesus?

Did she lie awake in the darkness

and long for

carnal knowledge of

the Lord?  Did she

imagine how his hands

as big as space would

caress her body?

Did she yearn for

his all-knowing brain

inside her mind

Did she conjure

his all-seeing eyes

to devour her flesh

and did his sex

explode inside her

like a million

trillion stars

spangling her

womb with a

milky way of hope.

Did God hear her

whispers in the night

and tiring of sexless

angels steal down

from heaven to

bathe his loneliness in her body

smelling of the earth

Why do wolves howl

in the green twilight

weaving their voices

together of 

moon and musk

Their eyes 

amber suns 

spinning brutal

barbs of persecution

into heart stilling

music

They sing their

throats

open to the sweet

vulnerable

Arteries twisting

the ineffable into fine

threads whereon

the muse can dance

and disintegrate

into

silence

Cat is licking

licking           …               licking

barbs on tongue

tiny triangles

scratching dirt from

silken lustre

It tickles my eyes

and         

  Cat          

!

   licking  ...   licking   

geometry of tongue on

tangles

resolving into tri

angles

try angles                        

this way

that way

try   angles             of                           eyes

green                     apex                      twinkling

grass             grinning                   mouse

stalking       in     try   angle

 blades       of             ears

point

ing                 

east

         west

a

compass of 

c           u          n           n            i          n           g

swivels      to            gaze

pause   

try   angle          of

time                           wedged                   in

certainty                   …                                     Will I?

Won’t                I?                                

       breathe

Licking                              licking            stretching

My               leg           s

I   sosceles    ing

be tween

  tiny toe 

 bean

 s

   Jack’s stalk and giants

     are what 

   I 

 dream

 triangle of white

   cloud     and     

 golden 

chick

en

s

TRY   ANGEL

or                 is                it

a            white        butterfly        to 

snatch     between    savage

             triangle      teeth        

and 

jaw

  ?

G

You betray me

Your blond hair turning

to grey        …       your

fine influence a

wavering flame

All you say is

No   …     You are

only a pedestal

for your managing

mistress

and you can  no

longer

play

Jane Came

I peeped into past

with her

Two heads together

we peered in

and are swallowed

The throat of the

future

gags slightly

as down we go!

Spinning the

rabbit hole

I want to vomit

up everything and be

reborn into a world

of fragrant flushes

and bruised blackberries

and sun and youth

I want to make

mistakes for breakfast

lunch and dinner

Mysteaks   Mysteaks    Mysteaks !

and Eat and eat the

consequences   !

We Go

We go out to the

movies

All about lying

Watch stars dangle

dialogue worms for

us to choke on

Come home in

the tin box

Slicing life into lifeless

With safe sounds

and samples

I miss being the

creative ones