Mougins

Doubtful that the old renown
Could help us any longer
Suspect world of disasters
And telephone wires etched
Against the sky
Disconsolate nights
Relinquish whatever was
Good and gorgeous worth
Remembering or waking up
For once more;
The lavender writhes
And capitulates under the
Pounding of the storm
The stars could not help
Us any longer the hills
In their splendour or
Views of the sea;
Cruel abysses forests and
Tempests gardens all of
Them conspired against
Us each of them lived
Longer than our visit there
And any meaningless
Laughter we had was
Washed into another
Place where he can open
His eyes and smile
And run with us once more.

Dome of the Sky

Dome of the sky particular wide as the

Blank and everlasting beam across

Her frozen still inviolate face nevertheless invincible

The broad expanse of hastening breathing ceased;

Gong the bells their marvelous presence song

Arrhythmic out of shoulder unsure out of

Sync, long they sound their rankling low and

Long ungarden song ascending now expansive

Gonging luminous dread-bearing farewell

Undertaking song

Lifting up

Their song, two tones, is lifting her up and

Spreading her dissolving strange essential self

Eternal unto the dome of the sky and contained

For a flickering moment while the prester’s calming

Considered chanting oppression stream of words,

Doubled up with the call of the chanter responsive

Halts and halfway spills the now and forever

Over her lying down boxed and residual

Presence-felt cold colder unto the ages of

Ages

Dome of the sky lift up and spread her essential

Self dissolving out and on to other broad eternal

Bells arrhythmic gonging out of sync dissolve

And lift up her brothers and sisters and their sorrows

Spilled about the earth beneath your arching carved

Extension screen across the milky plaster of

Paris sky; call her forth now and forever summon

Her up and away from nameless fear decision

Unto the ages of ages away from this particular

Moment from the essential towards the

Everlasting cleansed the deaf hear the dead are

Raised from the soil of their symptomatic

Tangle of dreadful bells and voices raised she is unto

The ages of ages.

Grange Hall

Figure it out some day how

To stop wasting near

Misses notes never sent

Obliged and discontinued the

Grange hall cascades atop the rise of

A green hill verdant even in healing

Solstice ride in solitude solicitous

To the point of one another;

Some day figure it out some might say

Don’t bother

Who wastes time on a space as open flanked

By streams and their running as this;

Flanked by a town that died and emptied

Itself left itself barren and exposed; flanked by

A highway that falters on alert to various

Instigations in the back of the car divert

Therefore the near misses the wastreling

Purposeful flocks flew by whenever he

Walks he sees things no one else could

See he enrages their talks de la Falaise their

Simmering submerges their discontinuity

Whenever he dies and passes on a space

As open as the field where the grange hall

Lies cascades atop the rise of a

Green hill verdant he says less and less he

Dies and passes on a space where the

Grange hall lies.