CROWCOPHANY, draft

The Calling of the Crow in the morning

shattered within itself before it bleeds

a rattle with the memory of a seed

whose sound is the sound of awakening

empty against hollow  cacophony

steepening in the hollow its chamber

stored by rote memory in a quaver

Crow mimics the disembodied silence

through the conflict of soundless currents

and lives with its absence a sonic reed

The heart of a crow is a masterpiece.

As the voice that inherits a seedling

grows toward its heart as it penetrates

the drum of Crow’s heart is a labyrinth

To A CROW TO SAY Im' So Sorry

TO CROW TO SAY I AM SORRY

APOLOGY TO A CROW

--Hate of Rate Omen of Humor

Sparkles from sounds in the voice can be heard.

There is an audible audience there.

Wire to wire Computer to Hack.

All to hear the wounding of a dead cat?

To imagine it was once alive then splat.

But what will I do with these visionums

They speak to my listening heart nothing

Weapons I know that these are my Letters

For something they were given me Offered.

CUBA APOSTOL

CUBA APOSTOL

Cuba, APostol, Isla, Sagrada.
Le mando mi verso recibenla
Con el mas alto saludo Elegua
Yemaya, guieme, Santa Seren.

Me acompana alabanzas y sed.
Busco su aparencia en palmas
Altas sus contestas no las capte
Las horas pasan se hacen ojas

Sinceramente son suyas mis letras
Llego mi ensayo al instituto
Los ideales abarcan saeta
Guardenmelo cerca del maestro

Cuba Apostol, Isla Sagrada
Le mando mi verse recibenla

Butterfly Moon

-- buttefly

The butterfly soars over the mountain.

It travels through the air like a dragon.

For just as a dragon butterfly gains

The distance a universe gives to dawn.

Setting in the sun of a morning’s night,

rising it sets double over in time

in the needle of the eye of the spine

a place for certain existence , a prime.

Impossible to achieve by other means

nor can it be divided evenly

how it is defined is a mystery

no medium does its features redeem

Unquantified the Butterfly Returns

in the Vastness the Tail of the Moon

TO A CROW

     --crowkitsch

beauty at once is beauty forever

each in the other is its parallel

a moment is of eternal power

watch it make nothing of an hour near

its defiance of proportion is love

its submission to authority none

the flower of beauty is a poem

written without another thought to lose

but losing it is not lost to itself

as a rose is an afterthought foreclosed

the force of the stem’s sacred afterward’s

beauty at once is beauty by virtue

the petal that cascades and its rhythms

ancient precise original accent

BLAME T'AIME

For Mohammad We got Moses and Christ

There’s less to smile about--everyone--

You need us without war you’d be finished.

We arm there, we cause, we are your govs.

We steep in mass horror of violence,

J’taime, j’taime, you may be my master

I am, you just got the memo, silence!

By magna carte carpe diem and rogue love.

You will not regret it nor make mention.

You will come bringing ballots I purchase

With all of your hopes, dreams, and agonies.

Be guaranteed, human, you’re not to blame.

If under my rule you never learn Love.

Peace just forget it what’s that ever Proven?

La Libertad that’s best for Both of us.