laughter

desire of light

 far
this film
phantasmagorically alive
the wave is sensuous motion
a cusp of existence inwardly
joy by another name
in perishable lands of laughter
my child, you are born
and fiction begins
blood recedes as pound of music
descending cutting the cello in two
life drips as the dawn flower meant to pray
the cry is yours, crossing the sphere
of music tenderly
as a desire
of light.

 

 

bliss

ecstasy_church

I look above
expansion
luminous growth
of
chorus
the cold blade
of death-like life
intercepts
my vocal sleep
I have
in my lap
an anthem
I am residue
of the cloudless
sky
supplicating
for the organ
of reality
to intravenously
execute me
in the laughter
of purposeless
ecstasy.

 

Modern Poetry