Wednesday, February 20, 2008


How splendid in the morning glows the lily: with what grace he throws
His supplication to the rose: do roses nod the head, Yasmin?

But when the silver dove descends I find the little flower of friends
Whose very name that sweetly ends I say when I have said, Yasmin.

The morning light is clear and cold: I dare not in that light behold
A whiter light, a deeper gold, a glory too far shed, Yasmin.

But when the deep red eye of day is level with the lone highway,
And some to Meccah turn to pray, and I toward thy bed, Yasmin;

Or when the wind beneath the moon is drifting like a soul aswoon
And harping planets talk love's tune with milky wings outspread, Yasmin,

Shower down thy love, O burning bright! For one night or the other night
Will come the Gardener in white, and gathered flowers are dead, Yasmin."

--James Elroy Flecker, Hassan (1922)

Sunday, February 10, 2008

what pink dusk calls · the fountain in the dark
winds' presage squalls · the fountain in the dark

i prowl lined shelves · in search of words that bite;
without stone walls, · the fountain in the dark

fifty twisters · ride the ballot wake
like mercury falls · the fountain in the dark

like mercury falls · and dun gallium rapids
phalanx of dolls · the fountain in the dark

and Klingon Islam · voices rend the night
by shades crossed, sprawls · the fountain in the dark

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Argyle hummingbird, shoo......the New Jurassic is coming
Nine blue castles halloo......the New Jurassic is coming

Leaving whatever has burden, pirates we frolic;
Steer like Mr Magoo......the New Jurassic is coming

Launch such caravan now......cfipyboi's ripe for a shaking
Hear Graywyvern kazoo......the New Jurassic is coming