THAT ONE
Her
with her jiggery pokery
& flamethrower
pants of joy
Her
with her shameful nights
& talk
of riding out storm waves
in
an open pine-needle basket
she
wove herself
from
its loud green fragrance
Her
with her finger in her ear
asymmetrical
soul 2/3 in daylight
2/3
in outer darkness
hearing
shadowy troops
fumble
tumble & blurt about her
scaring & almost
delighting
her so that her book
had
hundreds of chapters
each
one royally titled
Juvenalia
Saturnalia Glossolalia
straight
out of Homer or somebody
dark-rosy-wine-fingered
& she
told me to hold out
this
bog lily to you Take it
smell
it touch it you’ll love it
& to
tell you that there is no
earthly
way to come to you
except
by walking on water
to & from
the gusty island kingdom
booming
with surf where two
vast
eyes one eternal light
one
eternal dark stare
out
to sea where the swamp bubbles
an
orgasmic blue flame doves roar
snapdragons
pop & spit fire
& the fool moon rings like a gong.