The Archangel Michael Defeating Satan by Guido Reni. http://www.wikipaintings.org/en/guido-reni/the-archangel-michael-defeating-satan-1635
to ride with you is to ride with terror.
oh god of thunder, god of white lightning.
god, angel, saint. white lines on a mirror.
to sleep with you is to know the brightening.
but then i was all alone. the darkness.
full moon over the weeping willow tree.
once again, i hear the roar of engines.
michael, my michael, you came back for me.
to ride all night, to ride with an angel.
those wide white wings, a wild wind’s blow
eventually leaving me in hell.
above my crowned head, i see your glow
flying fearlessly across the sky.
you blaze out beautifully & then you die.
“if a negative of a photograph
can be reproduced numerous times,
there is no authenticity.” a laugh
track can be looped, an indefinite rhyme
creating a false folly. critics &
connoisseurs agree. authenticity –
truth or mere facts or slowly shifting sands
or some kind of rare reciprocity
of reason – which is to say we now know
the difference between subtle persuasions
& passive invitation. & so
negatives, copies, PDF files;
literature always travels the miles.
i haven’t been real diligent with posting this year but maybe i’ll continue posting throughout may & june & into the summer instead of forgetting about it like i did last year.
this is a poem about wanting to hunt but being held up by the weather, which happens a lot in my life. not a great poem but a good exercise in form.
“Sunset in the Woods” by Korosata. http://www.korosata.deviantart.com/art/sunset-in-the-woods-336325147
(all saints day)
here we are having a couple of beers.
too windy to bow hunt & so we drink.
you don’t shut up & i’m trying to think:
if i’m not hunting, then why am i here?
i no longer love you but we’re still friends.
you want me to move back in & be your
woman, but that seems to me a huge bore.
you’re ok in small doses – it depends
what we’re doing & why. but today
is just another fucking waste again.
drinking instead of hunting is a shame.
hungover tomorrow – & then i’ll pay.
but – how beautiful the sunset tonight.
the clouds dark against the sun’s fading light.