Eclipse at Ugarit

Eclipse at Ugarit

May ninth anniversary

of the blackening sun

over Ugarit in 1012 BC

Sun not yet risen.

I heat me from winter-weather

                   with warm mead, Weisswurst, leeks, eggs,

                   log-grown shrooms,

                    soft insides of cattails

                             newly swampy suckaliscious

May ninth anniversary

of the blackening sun

over Ugarit in 1012 BC

Sun not yet set.

On the sunlit grass

O’Murchadh and I give one another

          songs and stories, whinnies and whimsies

She laughs patient as booby-me bursts a bottle

          of fermented milk in my leather satchel

          and squishes the milk goo on the green

We roll and writhe and cuddle kiss

May ninth anniversary

of the blackening sun

over Ugarit in 1012 BC

Sunday not gone,

Moonday not come

          Pease soup, superb, with just firm carrots

          A Just So Story at midnight

We dived on her divan,

          snuggle-oafs on sofa

Apes in Eden’s bleeding twilight

          bounded past her bower eaves

                   over the borders of bedwed folds

                   milking the womb of blushing age

Midnight gone and Moonday come,

Dark moon nearly new.

Monday ground turned milky cream,

                   bound in frost

                   in the sunrise gleam of 2010.

                                      My red cheeks,

                                      Ugaritic and Greek,

                                                hot in the morning,

                                                eclipsed the cold

Pushmower

Pushmower

Blades are rushing, raiding,
goring mower’s roaring
Rotating cuts turn fatefully
beneath me turning lethally

Fallow petals falling,
fazed by death the daisies.
Iron knife is rifling
newest grasses blooming

Can I hear their man-fears
Under me limbs sunder

Pausing now then kneeling
with knees upon the grasses,
I lie down low and peer down
with love inside the cuttings

Red ribbons of amphibians
I find torn on the shorn field,
lost to life short-lasted.
I lift alive a frisking gift,
a frog upon the soggy swathe –
In swamp I free him romping

The haulms have fallen calmly
Cut down, fluttering critters,
some giving life, yet living.

Stopped is ripper’s stripping,
Bees aloft hum softly,
Toads are burping, goading
lovemates for a sating

Slowly, quit, the mower
quakes above earth’s shaking

College Health, II & III

 I. Nutrition on the Bus (dern blog won't allow lay-out - columns)

II. Infernal Recess

Vernal Recess from infernal pit-cess
of all-night pizzafaces
Student debauchville, studless,
won’t neigh for two weeks
with loudmouths gone
Donut kids won’t steal my bus
on caffeine-kinked mornings

I pedal in peace on my icy cycle
gliding through the silent town,
the quiet glee of March snow,
as work-days come and mirk-nights go

Skunk hash scents the sidewalks
next to Knuckleheads
where the leisure poor make space for talk
and lift each other’s loads

Credit kids have flown to Cali
Knuckleheads are gone – Scram
Student screams are caged
in Florida folly

Baby rashes are scratched
with counterfeit rations on beerhead beaches

III. Schooled Blight

The noisy brats have blown town
Their dustcloud lingers low
down the emberdraft of wind

University manfactory
manufactures malaise

Springbreak, supposéd repose,
breaks springbuds
like an elephant’s hose

I throw a party for myself
Cook sardines in coconut, garlic, basil, salt and lime
with pablano peppers
Rocket and kale rock with tomat O, avocad O, onion O,
          axed flax, sage
Vampire, entrancing Transylvanian wine,
volubly envelops my throttle

The fake health of youth
is manufactured by malefactors

Outside whines the winds
fallen by sixty degrees,
a blight to the buds
Foodmakers yield less, yearly,
while plenty plummets
Piles of money buy less
as capital’s decapitated,
headless in the ashes
     Dollars to squalor
             Members to embers
                    Nickels to pickles
                             Quarters to Morte ore
                                     Dimes dust of time
                                            Bills paper pills