Geld the Bells |
There are many waysTo be in hell.To forfeit me isTo geld the bells,Hush the swell inMy breast, Wave inThe sudden deathOf the earthy perfumeOf pears, the fairestBulb at first blush.It's to muffle theLu... Posted by Franny on Tue, 27 May 2008 03:15:00 PST |
Five Deltas |
With some speed,I've come upon One quarter century.And with my friends,The new old women,Squinting and unhinged,I meet mirrors more Slowly. As in the DarkAges in the LowCountries, we areFive deltas ru... Posted by Franny on Tue, 06 May 2008 04:07:00 PST |
How to Build the Filaments (revised) |
On a Sunday morning,You cleared your voiceAnd colorlessly told meTo drown the ring, andSleep down on the pews.I feared from earlyWarning that youMight kill for me all thatBuilds the filaments...The th... Posted by Franny on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 03:42:00 PST |
The Way of the Dogwood |
Even in the lavish, sweetHeat of Spring’s GoldenWeek, these good blossomsAnd bad seeds get cankered,And Weeds eat the browningRemainder.The plow, it stuttersDutifully due south, andBeneath the t... Posted by Franny on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 10:36:00 PST |
Despotism |
One bitch was leftPigeon-breasted andHeavy-set brooding In her nest.Her little baby birdsWere set to ploddingAnd plotting for herWithout knowledge ofHow they fell bottomsDown to the city ground.And it... Posted by Franny on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 02:22:00 PST |
Sordid Glory and Boring Stories |
In order to avoidA murder in the mezzanineYou moved languidlyFor the door. You've hated fewWomen more than her.I wish I'd caughtYour shirtsleeveBefore you fellOut of our moment.As docent of thisStorm,... Posted by Franny on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 02:02:00 PST |
Thick, Thick Ocean |
No, not us. WeCan't go out in thatThick, thick ocean.Let's stay here andHope for crows to pickUs up like picked-overFish and show us thatThis land really is a World different than theDark, dark ocean ... Posted by Franny on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 03:45:00 PST |
With These Letters |
You'll take an ersatz bride,Two or three just for the night,Light hair and dull light eyes.Then stag and sad, you'll ask whyThey still aren't her.Jesus, I am not the cure.There's no good reason To kee... Posted by Franny on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 08:49:00 PST |
Start of a great drought |
One temerarious professorPrepared himself for theStart of a great drought.Put his smart man's stoleOn hold up on the highest shelf(He thought to himself,"It's hardly useful to Have truth if you can't ... Posted by Franny on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 03:05:00 PST |
Dear God, |
I'd like to stay to seeThe way your faceWill temper with age,How your handwritingWill change,All the many namesYou'll call me byBefore I turn thirty.Dear God, it's too early.... Posted by Franny on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 02:27:00 PST |