Sunday, December 10, 2006

At the Throne of the Third Heaven

i.

Sweet little queen of spades
Strange little stone heart
A chestnut!
The architectural fragments
Of gone civilizations, like
The beaded silverware of a king
Now in a museum.
He’s got snakes on his dead
And Buddhist dancing girls
Surround him.

ii.

How different it looks
My second time in the throne
Of the third heaven

Last date
In the tin-foil palace
Of silver and gold where
Religious balls hover
And flying wings wing

Feart not! Hampton sings
In my garage
I am a Saint
And God is the king.

iii.

Now in my ososad apartment
With the found fens rose
Long gone Sharon
Off over tea

We stared at each other
Over Aphrodite
Wrote a poem together
And I realized I was a turkey

How small in the third heaven
I am an altar boy
Lighting candles
Everyday more revelation.,

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