Thursday, December 3, 2009

Sin Base Cuatro (The Fourth Wall)

To the Raft

To the raft in sunlight
in one piece blue green knit
shimmering Raphael
flaunting breasts and hips
overflowing with rose aureole
bathing you were always the better swimmer.

La mujer de mi hermano

We ran away from home
to Mexico not once
but twice.

In the taxi, mi hermano of the opposing gender
along the wide avenue to the Plaza:
“It looks just like Rome.”

“Habla usted espaƱol?”
“Poquito”, I say.
“Bueno”, says the cabbie tenderly, “that is good.”

A bottle of rum
gets us over the mountains on a bus.

We become the race.

It was December.

You were a virgin then, my brother,
Do you remember?

Buddha On Big Bureau

In the high heat of June
by the afternoon’s lazy edge
sits on still water Buddha
in leggy spotted green.


To gusts of gnats
flitting lazily in the sunlight
her merciful tongue.


Later in the moist night air
over warm earth
the song of wanton bedfellows
chorusing sex and rebirth.

Brekekekex koax koax….

Winter Park

So seldom postcarded
in the snow
just the two
not a word
side by side
motor running
heater on
burning rubber
out front in the Ford.

[copyright EAC 09]


Thorndike Pickledish said...

Marvelous visual tapestry of the imagination Sir !! great pictures are experienced as the words are read aloud--the "LiBERRyAN" will not shush me--she loves these poems too...The visual image radiating thru the figure is a beautiful use it with great artistry !

wattee said...

every poem is nice, they seem familiar to me!
attractive texture-animation -