Dru Philippou
Just down the path,
by the ponderosa,
half in shade
from the clouds,
the one riding
a stick-horse,
(one trot forwards,
one trot backwards),
past the sacred circle
by the ruin,
down the pond
to the graveyard,
up the hill,
a loud whoop
amid the scent
of lilies,
through the eyes
of Buddha,
inside the blooming
lilac-ed garden,
in the shack,
beside the
pile of clothing
and French hats,
he gallops
in a pink pelisse;
one part joy,
one part fear.
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If I were to be “dew”
collecting up against
the red windowpane
the music box and
vials of unguents
or
lemon-leaf
to frighten you
with my nearness
and leering familiars
would I after this round
go on clinging
or go on
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They, do, and say
how things really are
on this side of the river
ready for what will
degraded state––she takes it all in
with unfolding significance
it happens as he’s listening
the disappointment comes
and the need to be walking
and then not––that light
he couldn’t find and going too far
he waits for the final shape
of things to come, bends to it.
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those cellars down which
light never enters
when due to his virginity
he lay in the dark
struck by his birdlike claws
unable to bear the pain
of becoming human
he saw how tawdry it all was
and became a lark
tossed up on currents of air
spreading its wings up and away
into the clear blue sky
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INJUDICIOUS VOWELLING
If deep resonant O is like the brick-red
Tanager’s soft Plumage,
The limit of vision is O-mega.
This least refrangible ray is further
Aligned with Mars.
However, if E is to green and Venus––
In the occultist’s view,
It also defines, red, blue, and yellow,
And glows faintly above the sun’s halo
During sunset.
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