CARAPACE (POEMS) by Henry Kanabus
Poetry from Studies with Ed Dorn and Ted Berrigan
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Monday, December 16, 2013
THE SCYTHE
Poet Henry Kanabus (photo by Mike Tappin)
The wind accounted for all
it had shattered
(night-dancing
in lace prints of bone)
We confuse its wisdom
with the anger of cats . both
lay large upon the wheat
We realize the urgency and notify
the heliotrope
It is waving its arms
in a thousand different parodies.
TRUNCATED TIME
And with that you hold
your diamond
ring to his lap
and part your hair
in perfect
hemispheres of black
loosing the sails
that could be the wings
your child remembers
when speaking of lamps.
your diamond
ring to his lap
and part your hair
in perfect
hemispheres of black
loosing the sails
that could be the wings
your child remembers
when speaking of lamps.
VIOLET OPTICS
For weeks I have not seen you
(wonder if still I love you)
In a younger day
the darkening sky
stirred my sensibilities
like Gothic architecture
Now I question
the merits of courtesy
brood over
constricting possibilities
I have spoken to the chair
It disagrees.
(wonder if still I love you)
In a younger day
the darkening sky
stirred my sensibilities
like Gothic architecture
Now I question
the merits of courtesy
brood over
constricting possibilities
I have spoken to the chair
It disagrees.
THE HOMUNCULUS SCORNED
Is it because you loved
the broken horse . the flying
horse that carried
(far from you, baby)
your turgid eye
your reckless waist
Wondrously you recalled
the sapience on his shoulder
and his great beard growing
as the moon survived
the winged eclipse
.
A figure in the sand
at a distance
difficult to accept
As a child you regained
your sight and saw
everything.
the broken horse . the flying
horse that carried
(far from you, baby)
your turgid eye
your reckless waist
Wondrously you recalled
the sapience on his shoulder
and his great beard growing
as the moon survived
the winged eclipse
.
A figure in the sand
at a distance
difficult to accept
As a child you regained
your sight and saw
everything.
NIGHTSCAPE
Faltering in this season
of reluctant gloves
an apostle of the grain belt
has secured four notes
of suicide
from your porcelain pocket
and will not relent
.
He has brought you
silver in a cyclone truck
and has painted
the wings of his falcon
a dark red
Gasoline cats attack
the dressmaker's fortress
eager to ascend.
of reluctant gloves
an apostle of the grain belt
has secured four notes
of suicide
from your porcelain pocket
and will not relent
.
He has brought you
silver in a cyclone truck
and has painted
the wings of his falcon
a dark red
Gasoline cats attack
the dressmaker's fortress
eager to ascend.
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