Pinching Th Pill - Jim Lang

SPRING COMES OHIO

we carry our refuse as bones for pyre : heap up the rinds,

worms, frayed shoelaces , baby teeth still threaded

with root ah! dream-tongue flecking through gape wearing moustache

& liver spot as the foot comes to know eye through mindful

tracing of vein as river knowing each comes from the skull, empties into

miasma……& the dowry of the skeleton is a quiver & bow, a trembling lover

through his muse's yoke lapping her hood a crown, the robed remove their eyes and fall to star.

mangled the roar triadic

our breath, osteodermic, shadow seeping from bone;

we dimmed the moon in three bodies

repellant by its whose translation coming through anothers breaking wheel :

yo / reisei / heijoshin

 

the slashes, my own.

 

if our mind tongue barked each as meaning : love / serenity / giving peace

would you still see the crocus breaking through mandible , flinging their saffron

robes into ash & spreading,

as once your heart shed aorta, refused its poison on pyre

& took the fire for its skeleton?

 

oh! to vine yr breath 'round mine

was a severing, an impaling of Buddha to Mahamaya's skeleton

after she too drug Bellerophon out by clitoris from Athena's throb,

pulled wings from his bones and noosed him Chimaera spectre's maw;

 

how could i drink from your fount

when it was but a cockchafer's elytra

passing through rivers' folds you won't cross,

speaking nothing of flying

as wings are bones of the mind.

 

before i walk into your cast,

i will send a crocus for my moire;

the galloping psalm sowing of yr Symplegades sounded

as pale shadow veiled and silence aborted thrush

the crushing ;

sweet peas , yr lips.

Paul Skyrm

Sun Horns S B Smith