O Ruth, I hardly knew ya
so wear my cinnabar dragon bracelet
hoping to fetch a shred of your spirit
for this ER AH, conversation,
out-of-body as it may be.
You can hear me, I know and…
AHEM. AHEM.
With Delphic innocence
I did presume
to treat of things
Chthonic and celestial fires alike
We’re glad you did, girl
quarky reasoning,
meanings for which there is no academic proof
Third eye knows best,
O Chironic daughter of Jove
salamanders frolicking
autofecundation a fertile imagination, heh heh
fetch of a silkworm momentarily eternal
upon a quivering leaf Who the hell in Ste-Anne-de-Bellevue
knows that fetch means “ghost”,
Hostie!
Heh. Heh.
You’d go on about draconic Flaming
Pearls, hermetic charms & Wiccan
spells for lakeside suburbs
and doppelgangers
You became Artie’s R.T., two Goats
just days apart, your two Mars
in opposition
forlorn whimsy of cosmic clock
Why bother
2)
Now you’re talking like a Capricornus!
There’s a thing I can relate to -
Solar light afflicted by Saturn,
apprenticed to the Study of
OLD THINGS (how you loved em)
words gone extinct that Moderns
don’t care about, tomes bulging
with prima materia for your
daunting DRAGON PAPERS
A voice that says, “Ecce”,
zones on the stellar map
as the abodes of dragons
CAPUT or CAUDA? Head or Tails
Your Astrologus speaks. Your
Lunar North Node destiny was Virgo, Plutonic,
autoerotic, while South Node corrupted your
Pisces Venus with loss.
Ever unsatisfied
This is not bogus talk but true, my friend.
Nobody knows of what I sing.
That is the agony of it all.
Of Thee you sang, with Thallic
routines made the puers quiver,
melted down their minds by
Sapphic methods, O ART!
O stand-up Muse, O Girlfriend!
O Terpsichore’s hot-tin tap shoes,
O Klio’s electric karma clit O Ruth,
Dakini to Dragon Lady,
I hardly knew ya,
stared long at your wood nymph
cover photo, Pandora & Eros
behind your eyes,
Saturn’s musty cloak thrown off,
Charming in leopard pants & big
galoshes, a Girl, but Old…
One tires of … Monads and Gonads
The Melancholic speaks now…
3)
Mixed humours here sanguine
to melancholic
a bit cholicky too, no doubt
That Mars , a moist Mater of yours, all lune-y
& maternal, Retrograde, too,
was no Choleric but moist Mater
who needed to act out big time
whenever you let him out
In an arpeggio of delicious uncertainties
life spills over, warm upon their bellies
…is captured in tissue.
Heh Heh. Heh Heh Heh.
O Thallic stand-up,
who’ll be your Doppelganger?
a fast red bird
one big dragon roaring,
spitting lightning out in forks
I see you wearing your Dragon Robe
with flaming pearls when you enter
the Pearly Gates
Ecce, our understandings fail us
at the least surprise
We’ll never “figure out” your demise…
forlorn whimsy of our cosmic clock
You Capricorns will not forget theTime,
the allotted seasons.
So it was your time? WE CAN’T
BELIEVE THAT…
Your call…
You are CAPUT, but only in this reality.
Now you cavort with Chiron, gather Self-Heal,
smash the face of the clock, roam palatine space
with the Immortals
This is the eternal present.
This is the eternal present.
Yes, rain falls, snow flies,
kettle boils and dishes
are stacked in the sink.
4) AHEM. AHEM.
And the dragon scent,
an eerie and comfortable cologne
This is the eternal present.
