Winter Island

Walking childfooted across
Shell midden of blue mussels
Boulders move within
Extended tidal ritual
Transits of oil in the sublunary
Sphere bound by jinn, various
bodiless entities tickling
A horizontal corpse whitecovered
By linen birthday tablecloth
Glass of red wine set down on
Flat stone showing a year’s progress

Peopling

Cassius my love in lands of Ket
Your iris yellows apparitional
Sun above leather tent flickering
By wind the hide is honeygolded soft
Granite cracks fur in suspicious gazes

Cinching child’s robe with belt
Hounds aboard the houseboats
Behind your head a furhat camera
Meets campfire below woven wood
The old man in the middle is blind

The Jaguar Sleeps at my Feet with a Gift

Once again the Chinese laundry serves
Me as a not-so-silent house of worship
Humming old machines intoning plangent
Songs of wear disintegrating fabric

Catholically pagan this supercyclic house
Agitants acknowledge/efface the worldly stains
By struggle signs of struggle erased the way
prepared for resurrection clean and violetlaced

Brown Birds Green

Brown birds green in the light and Diet Coke deliver me to a new age!
I feel like a god when my heart rate rises, removes what separates me
From heaven above and around, my mask that covered scars of birth
Lies on the pavement beside me now like a sad beetle crushed underfoot
In my careless exuberance I can give no apology, I only think of myself!
Later perhaps sorrow but that is unreal as all potential invisible
In the face of overwhelming now I am carried by a nectar breeze or hand
Of man what is the difference? Nobody can answer me whether I remain
Silent or ecstatic in my shouting, the streets and alleyways belong to me
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Childhood Memory

Maximalia to the desolate
Field actually inviting not Robert
Duncan’s field of love to which
He is permitted Eternal Return
Or whatever I never learned
Shut my mouth as a crybaby
Youth to laugher all the time
While my Mother worked I kicked
Off my shoes whenever crossing
Thresholds sacral and devoted
Worship of Him the apotropaic
Janus! Protect me! I swear to you!
I will never carry groceries again!

Sam Robinson

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