Pagan

The young swallowed many not to
descend thrice–(why I name

it Arrived).

At this reception
the owner’s grace

coupled gestative faiths (bound the same moon).

Thales’ mis-measure reached.

Judaizer about the relative but new
agora’s fringe:

ancient eyes on extemporizing
toes.

Rebelling, paralytic, casting aground for
the ideal form–

a pear cell, a host, resurrected
below

gateway’s wall seated crumble;

feathered soldierly, common
assertion,

banked through
two

messianic skies.

Judahs

The heirs’ rumpled green clothes of
a dusty faced poet lounging

under, unacquainted, my not so
languid weakness;

the burning role, repleated gray,
through a parried absence.

The perforated dividing line and Davidian
chord around waist, bended,

decision, liaisoning with herds,
close, held to a foal high blight

of empty Zion’s wayless sleep.

Warble

A bloodless coo
I hear
on my hands

A mud flipped slew
I eye
on my lands

A rare balmed lip
I trip
in the stands

A birdless flue
I spit
on my hands