Two Poems

Spinal Twist

Burden wills on as
I (r)age blazed
power and the dark.
Blissful sleep drool
in my sleeve. What’s
left of the dancer’s
dress? What world
can have us happy?
The day gets long
and years larger.
Many people hinge
to ennui with flashed
matches and tobacco
for pipes hold alert
virtues to stir often
enough and shrug
any wrongdoing
into good like
skin cooled
on polished marble
in the heat’s hot
afternoon. Or to
bite into an apple
and look up to a sky’s
blue. Morning forever
can offer new fruits.

Debentures

eyelid kisses
the glass larynx
opens for breath
a drink of water
skin sheds
blessings for every hair
wings bloodied
on backwards hawks
sounds of a light’s beam
i am in the sky
you are there singing
in between pulsings
of a wingspan’s flap
sounds of guts falling
to the floor before dog
licks it up in her mouth
then quiet then hum om
in the garden or the act
ends as origins as horses
resemble us, my loves our
limited partnership interests
provide life we can imagine