MACAU MACAW
Another eleventh (August this time)
on brick-silly wasteland of
one shady summer patio. Well
of hurry-up peas... bee-balm...
Joe-Pye weed... & yet this elfin
flower-team backyard
is not exempt. The hard
news (frenzied shrunken headlines)
bearbaits me too. From River Alph
to Yezidi desert, innocent
Peacock Angels get bent
down again. The gibbering gulf
twixt glib libel & Guelf remains kiln-set
in demosthenic night. Rainbows
of violets against violence? – how
coin bowl for Guinea-worm alphabet?
Sketches of Spain... Spanish Castle
Magic. Convivial Jorge
the Gardenia been draggin’
me, all over. Plays chess, too.
Iris, sez I, is a yurt-mother.
King’s taken baby steps
between crooks, bishops...
Q’s unreadable. & here’s another
pawn to put in (yawning spacesuit).
A pair of carpenter asps
of the caduceus, Jasper –
dove from the deep. Shalom (checkmate).
8.11.14
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