Deloreese

the voyage of the word yes
may have begun as a percussive yelp
routed in the peened flattened bark of shinnery oak
lacquered in gospel music and some Cherokee
such tenderness in a syllable
the falling parable of the word-head
grasping breath and a blurring psychotic vision
like the pictures of Courbet through rifled glass
images of tingling fingers burnt and floating hair unharnessed
and the odd tension that gyrates like
the touch of your lips in starlight
then upon in its halted suppleness its floating heir unharnessed
maybe in the liquidity of sublime sound
is a certain truth
the moment divine has prevailed upstream
through so many cataracts and travails
and this is like your life
a small canoe bending its will against the diminishing stream
from fragile things you have forded this beautiful life
deloreese