Monday, March 25, 2013

Pierrots



Pierrots iii

As dusk falls, these molesters
Of statues, deep in the parks,
Only offer their arms and attentions
To the least improperly dressed.

In a one-to-one with a woman
It feels as if there are three,
Mixing up tomorrow with yesterday,
Intensely demanding nothing.

Claiming, “I love you” with eyes
To the gods, ecstatically dead-pan,
Concluding their mad declaration
With, “Oh hell, shall we just leave it!”

…Until She, in forgetful daze,
Seized by one-knows-not-what need,
Drunk on moonlight, falls into their arms
Very far from respectable ways.





Pierrots After Hours

In a café over absinthe glasses
They stretch the tight rope of a gaze;
A tilting line that gently sways,
Linking them briefly to express


Mad steps with nonchalant disdain,
Twinned in the dim light where they drink,
Where to fly upwards is to sink
And losing balance is to gain

A new context for the curved Moon
the velvet sea she’s swimming through.
Their blood freezes: nothing more to do
Except fall; fallen, fly alone


Onto the blue cobbles where all’s well,
White clothes spread out, a drifting calm,
‘til whirr of metal, crash , alarm
As church clock grates its ancient bell.


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