About love aloud
You quietly type
Sitting as moon behind a cloud.
"Dallas, is that…. ?"
"Houston, come in !"
That rocked launched, was it you ?
And in your voyage,
Travelling
Who were a million instruments
All talking to?
As ranger
You guard, I see,
Orion’s Belt.
With something wonderful.
A light with the power of twelve stars
Where a million canyons join.
I sometimes see you
In your electric chariot
Adding word to word in ecstasy.
Could not mistake the mist a-making
the drazzle blazing
of cuckoo singing –
for good Sunday people.
For good Sunday people, rejoice.
And join your hands as cuckoo comes.
Come sing, friends,
while thoughts between each echo ring.
And lips that purse have voice.
Good Sunday people, thank each spring.
For what we gather, make us truly thankful;
while around the tree we sing. Rejoice.
I shall bring you now by muted mouth
To sacred text
Naked and extinguished.
I shall bring you now
Either
To the end of time
Or new summit.
I shall bring you now
To entertainment.
To boys
Who take you up and
Down
And around again
In simulation
Until the music breaks.
I shall take you now
Into a sea of ruin
Where chaos
Is computer-driven
And the cancer
Has every tongue still
I shall bring you now
To neither good nor evil
But observation.
Running powerfully
From Berne to Washington
The sound of tut tut and drumming.
Above, bells
for new marriage
between regulator and regulator.
Isn’t it wonderful
data correlated
to voice and nervous sinew
by young business school
as star crossed models
the new brothers
all names inter-twinned – winners.
Fooling millions.
Pure velocity, surges/rallies.
Suddenly last message reads:
blame the Alternatives.
With flag and acropolis,
As animal spirits greeted us
The air shook,
Sound mutinous,
A trade Med with Club dead.
Some of this familiar.
Hurriedly, I put my ear to the ground
To hear junk trembling.
Soon they would come,
These default virgins
Bearing rotten olives
Without demurring.
It was clear, blue, immobile.
Suddenly on command
And quite snappy
In one direction and then another
Straining at both illusion and shadow
It made me quite happy
Getting directional
With every aspect of infinity
A trade of itself
So pure
I stayed up late
Uncorrelated to behaviour
As he or she was
Or could be
Possibly.