i. this was a journey I never intended
after the weeping bride was ushered from dust,
she came and returned,
through the bad hair infinities of catholic statues:
creepy, creepy, creepy.
and, then, she wrapped a lacquered box of ashen remains
into a lengthy scarf of lacy bone and fussy linen,
speaking that funny breath which only lives on widows-
I held my brotherly weep
through the ceremony of silly hats and silk,
through the chanting of a veil,
but released it gladly
for the scarlet processional
of black turned white:
because ten was ten on sale just now beneath keyser avenue
in an extraordinary discount on red hot sausages,
that barked surreal on that ordinary august day-
they were offered in scarlet hand on sidereal cardboard:
I could not suggest out loud while sweltering
through the summer sweat of tiny purple falcons
that esoteric naming was an unnatural act for me,
reserved so I thought, for that moment of grace,
when the pale monsignor and his swarthy minion
made the basilica of st. anne smoky fresh with myrrh.
having heard about this anne,
I decided to make a K-turn.
ii. every body comes from somewhere
a grave observance of boneyard maintenance,
was softly trumped by blades sharpened but barely used
on the majestic green carpet so prophetically deaf
to a funereal gurgle that prospered on rhythmic hills:
she said lock, I said open-
this was the world before fire.
iii. the pressing reception of endless sorry
by you, I held a hand of scarlet,
rusty graves forming the flushed push of red parapets:
this is where our choices narrow into marshy deltas,
into the thin promise of a gaunt and yellowed family tree
and thirsty purple pistils with a perky greeting card font-
snookered by the scenic overlook that takes me hoom [sic].
this sweet low lumbering beneath a city of unexpected
charcoal cave-ins and the moaning black of carbondale.
the relish-drenched offering of discount dogs,
offered like anything else in life,
an end at the start and a start at the end.
I especially liked the corner cabinet of sacred oils
with its endless neon flashing:
save me is just so beatifying.