September Poems

SERVIETTE

6^th.september.2014

white material, red orchid sewn on the left side,

small stain in the middle,

from grease, a tomato perhaps

pale mouth wiper, world traveler

time traveler,

this morning I used you to clean dirt from table-tops,

as I threw you in the hamper

flash memories came

as if a soft kiss had been thrown from childhood

travelled years to meet my face,

these were grandmother’s serviettes

little ones who came from Belgium

family of twelve, of which one now remains

well worn, stained,

and I see you smile grandmother

putting them next to the tea and cookies

calling me from the garden at 4 o’clock…

THE WEB

5^th.September.2014

Medusa, arch-librarian

presses critical tentacles over dead poets

nothing left but dust, stone

each to each a memory

each to each kissed with knowing

words outlast kisses, life, beauty

‘What’s with this turning?

Why worry?

Socrates drank my hemlock

Byron faded in slumber

Shelly held her hand through storms

decay but no deception!

poets know their way to my arms

filling decanters with my gaze,

words my memory

words food

poets the armor eternal

I wear in stone, in darkness.’

Paths open thru rain falling

over labyrinths,

Brooke took in hissing breath

Thomas a flash

Spicer booze

come, come, kiss my lips

muse of shadow silence

Eyes open

glare of shields, scales

coldness passes

I turn to her gaze

she’s beautiful

eternal darkness on her lips

bewitched talisman

on her neck, black lipstick smeared,

she bites my face

nothingness,

snake hair kiss her heart

she looks at stone

who was once poet

she loves me

silence,

years

time lost

time spent,

in catacombs crumbling

while you climb storms of light

searching for resurrection

reversal of a kiss…