Monday, July 6, 2015

also Whistler's NOCTURNE [2010]

ominous anthracite crags
bear the anchorage     coveting
the great ship's mast ablaze
as brilliant twists of stoked ash
hang  like constellations
  in the grey gaping night

a weeping willow coughs faint through her sulfur veil
a dozen hounds howl in their irritated distance

               meanwhile along the chersonese
                         itinerant shades gather 
                         waiting to wade the placid black shallows
                                                                 of a temporal mirror

                                                                 and the Lady MacGuffin strolls the fore
                                                            regardless

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