“I’m looking for something outside of forgiveness;
 you might call it the Jewel of the Crown.” Ferron

mouthless angels

invade this trembling silence;

flap their hooded grunts;

refuse my monstrance of kisses;;

blue beatitudes drip from their temples;

gather in pools at the culprit’s culvert;;

I refuse their warnings;

these relatives of darkness;

religious gymnasts;

poking their noses into my thrust out tongue;;;

they’ve come to tame my fettered pain;;

I offer them a piece of this mountain;;;

I offer them the voice of the coyote;

t h e  v o i c e  o f  t h e  c o y o t e

the pronged horns of the antelope;

t h e  a n t e l o p e

they are stupid, these mouthless angels;

their “crazy sorcery disgusts me;;”*

even the smallest sparrow, (in the desert)

in need of a drink;

offers a grave charm (unhallucinated);

to wear against my throat;

to tickle my ferocious soul.

m y  f e r o c i o u s  s o u l

                               *Goethe's Faust

© 1996 Margueritte

IMPOTENT INDIGNATION

the man with wooden eyes
dismembers the brain;
these barrels of defecations;
then slips the grasp of ennui,
(a swift-footed death);;
a wince a lull and a shriek
wind down to death (of a day in sleep);
renewed tomorrow as a blind thing thought;
a tight fit life coterminous with death;;
Spring’s delayed; delayed Dogwood;
delayed the baby’s smile;;
only the shepherd in a chain gang;
a corrosive anger; a wardrobe of frost;;
voices cross; whispered veils of an alien.

© 1999 Margueritte