Monthly Archives: December 2015

out of season, out of kilter

the stream runs swiftly
swelled by rains that should be snow
topsy-turvy world

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

American allegory

misshapen peach tree
trunk askew branches malformed
its sole fruit dry leaves
cast into a fire that flares
without end or true purpose

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

haikai no renga – if the pun fits…

many times Trump’s said
he’s not a ‘stock sort of guy’ –
cuz he’s a laughingstock?
perhaps the man’s schlonged himself
too too many times indeed

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

willing prey

with shameless kisses
she drew me into her web
love’s entanglement

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

interlude

like wild geese honking
ships’ horns echo each other
fogbound New York Bay

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

litany in praise of her beauty (for Lan)

– living gold that puts the sun to shame
– surface of dream in the full moon’s light
– coolness that burns the fingers that touch it
– whiteness that awes me in the bed’s shadows
– expanse of sweetness in my fond embrace
– pure vastness of nerves singing
– sentient snow that melts my senses
– living parchment where is written all that beauty knows
– smooth encampment of love
– fragile swathe poised for romps of passion
– fleshy fabric full of stars
– lively song primed for touching like lilies at nightfall
– delicate off-white silk of kisses on the wind
– brilliance embued with panting dawn
– tangible lyrics of clouds in the heavens
– firm milky sea over which sails the craft of my mouth
– very fine net that ensnares without fail my every glance
– steady caprice of the swan gliding
– palpable cooing of white doves
oh, dearest love, there aren’t words enough
or time…

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

on watching her bake: a memory (for Lan)

alluring baker,  my expert
in cakes and pastries,
pies and loaves,
of everything sweet, everything good –
in me you wake the ferment of desire.
with your skillful hands, knead the dough
of this my compact torta loca!
beautiful one – handle it well!
form it and put it into your little oven.
thanks to the yeast of your beauty
and your skilled kneading,
I’ve started to distend impulsively.
I’m ready now to be baked
in the fiery sweet oven
of my beguiling baker.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015