Spring Frenzy
The wind that lives through my hair, the mellowed moon
of Spring, love is silenced before many dark departures.
“Catch me if you can.” Only doubts, deep scarlet, homeless,
grow truer, more grandiose out of the white, sinister heaven.
Promise’s lightening unpeels a dead-ended wish, yesterday
and today, I was handed with engendered villainy, unpitied,
chased. Neither will nor blessing brings solvency to
this battered-realm. Coffin of my spirit nailed shut.
The ruin’s mystic curve is my only sun. Death summons
sultry leaves in the waste-land. I succumb to the singing
voices of nightingale: “No complain, no complain.”
But life tires me, its purple, undue frenzy tires me.
2005-3-26
