Poem for July 13

July 13, 2012 § Leave a comment


o swallow swallow
my little urchin
sleep in regress
peach with aplomb

no-one ever balks
at behold. I shall
break the clouds
with trying to —

kickinaw, crossing the potomac
with you in mind
crowing to the cows
to the deer eating seaweed

you — abbacromby catalogue
with no end
whatever syllables you require
I hasten to my lyre

tho the ardour of my ears
denies me nearly.
a spade is a heart
with a stem, unneighborly

paris discovers
sylvia’s moonlet
binary asteroids, southpaws
complicateder than we thought

with thir bowl of sweets
is not half so sweet
as when mandala’d

in the whorl of various
flesh you turn me in the wheel
and chrome me in the flesh
a delictation

devoutly to be wished
so let me have no tongue
except to speak of you
for where once was a puddle

is now a port, to stop
the dogs tangling to
shush the heathens’ howling
for when the heart hearts

the head, the head bends
heartward, the heart
blooms skyward, all beat
and bleat way yonder


-Julian Talamantez Brolaski, from Advice for Lovers (City Lights, 2012)

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