Tuneless bottles adumbrate the surf Tumbled scuffed lines of water, angelus births, Mammoth scarab portents... the sea disgorges Venus and her tragic afterbirth; 5 Blue sand catches trash. Haphazard in the palmtree's rooted moonlight I thunder vortexing flames, half-bright, All-solemn, tipped in cymbal carib air And shear my acid tears for the slow sky 10 To advance by a single wasted page. A green flash scolds, recharging time; A coiled fire breaks From the horizon's burning lime. Claret's stripped indigenous light, 15 Byzantine and exact, Laps and smashes this island's coral banks And Venus' weaving shoulders come, and come, Fusing silted light in the surf's recanting drum, And I am trapped in light. 20 So imagination overtakes a death (my death) And joy alone keeps pace.
From the collection "The Rose Lasso"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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