Lapsus

Jump and fall
and fall    again--

Feet slightly apart;
    picking up
pieces from broken
         hearts.

You reach out
as if    you
   hadn't grown at all,

as if you'd ever
   been so small.



And fall again.


Like fallen men,
shot down in
the horrid    scenery:



the coast of Normandy   
    sodden with the blood
of men whose        hands
shall write of home
no more. 


And jump,          as if
    that heals the itch
this world has
longed    to scratch.

50th Post: Caduam Leonis

Battered, torn
     like the garments
of Egyptian peasants.
How does one man
be thus       reborn?

With the lion's
tail I write my    lines
I paint my sceneries;
        vexation brings
them from my hands.

And when the piercing
thunders roll,    as
     Grecian men astute
and strong.         Make
noises you own not.

No spit of roses, daffodils,
              or even dew-don 
grass will           rise on
your melancholy,
solitary              grave.