John Aiello

 

Nocturne

She came
Forth falling:

The moon
(in)
The window
(grits)
Its teeth
(night)
Sky watching
(the woman)
Pin up
Her hair
(and)
Kneel in
To bed

(night)
Sky watching
(blood)
In the wind
(raw)
Musky smell
Of cougars
(in)
The tall grass

(hunger)
Is raging
(beauty)
Cool soft pure
(in)
The murmurs
(of)
The unborn
(as)
The woman
Lays down
(falling):

Into these sweet
Half dreams
Of sleep


2-17-2002

 

 
Photograph by Pat Gardner. Model: Holly Hale.
All Rights Reserved. Republished with permissions.

 


Photograph copyrighted by Larry Keenan

 

BENIGN MOON

                     FOR KEN KESEY

November 10, 2001
(Ken)
Kesey has died
(big)
Benign moon
(turning)
To delicate
Dove wings
Of rainy ash
(along)
The lonesome skies
Of dead
Man eyes
(dawn)
Has kneeled
(in)
A final salute
(to)
The General
(the)
Old scribe
(succumbed)
To tumors
Of the
Liver today
(fallen)
Into hollow mouths
(through)
Bottomless blue mirrors
Of dust
(succumbed)
Unto the end
(coffins)
And flower wreaths
And prayers
(fading)
Into TV space
(two)
Minute obituary
(on)
The evening news
(all)
That reminds us
(that)
The Merry
Old Prankster
Was here
(the doors)
And arms
(of)
Cuckoo's nest
(for)
Ever locked
(endless)
Blue darkness
(now)
Fading in
Deep space
(blind)
These dead
Man eyes
(until)
The bones disappear
(permanent)
In perpetuity
(no)
More and
Good bye

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