The Beekeeper (Eliot Cardinaux)

  The Beekeeper


For an accepted (norm),
  I might add color
 to the color that already was

  facing south, and wind-west,
   where summer is,
 all the year, ’round and ’round.

Sound about the body-curve,
  Sound about the olive,
 in so wrecking

what fort I have made,

  or may, or may have, counting stars,
   all this year, ’round and ’round
 who are, yet near.

                        And counted, all the stones
          I have,
   come in droves
             
      the bees that have gone,
      the bees that have, as they must,
      a feeling of home, or home lost,

   and beating out their wings,
  furiously, at whose command?


2/11  ’11

Shell for a spectator (Eliot Cardinaux)

  Shell for a spectator

               Sky, pure sky,

               empty with the words

                 of protest

               splashing against

                        its dome

            I will growl,

               into the

                        night

              music, with its

                           orange

                     calliope of smoke

                 a dance,

                        for beauty,

                 you are a woman,

                         freely moving,

                the shells at his feet,

                  where is he gone?

                  into the black and white

 

                           leaves
                a scarcity on trees,

scarcely moving,

                  twirling, spinning,

                        no one

                               is empty
                                               at all.

 

2/10  ’11

A Black Sheep (Eliot Cardinaux)

  A Black Sheep

Necessity the mother

            ..all  invention,

                  so, imagination,

                  an illicit son.

            Bah!  an illusion,

             say it might I, ay?

2/07  ’11

A Round (Eliot Cardinaux)

  A Round – Turn, turn, turn (for the melody of Pete Seeger)
    (i.e. a time for war, a time for peace, there is a season, etc.)

– ship, ghostwreck, (introduction)

song:

           break ,   re-

                           build?

                                at the heart,

                     break,  re-build

                                 move,

                                at the heart

                                        quotation

                                             alas –

                                                      a

                                               ship, break, rebuild

                                       a song

                                                         (the melody) 
                                                                       - world,

                                                            return, turn, turn,

2/06  ’11

Judy Collins and Pete Seeger (turn turn turn)

Song (Eliot Cardinaux)

  Song

    Struggling

            to break

                come back to

       switching spheres

                                                      spherical, just a shadow

                                                            of a tail

                                                                     a trail,

                                                                into the monotone

                                                                   swamp

                                                                                it goes

                            here, eager

                                spiritu’l

                                      trail

                        maybe

                                   crazy

                   mor-

                         ib(o)und

                        tail

                                           call back the old imbecile!

                                           call back!

     (the old junkyard tale)

2/05  ’11

Burdens (Sean Ali)

Burdens

Erase the past

Escape into the future

And from the burden of heaven

This is for your dreams and prayers

Your curses and your condemnations

Secretly wishing to see fire in the street

And smoke in the sky

This one is for the blind

Who can’t see where dawn ends

Melody eternal

Anguish and joy in perfect harmony

Melody unheard eternally

Drowning in endless monotony

Monotones murmur

            Through the Milky Way

            Wrapped around your hips

Our sorrow will ferment

            In wine of rose hips

Working for spare change and lousy tips

Songs and incantations

Of desperate men in forgotten destinations

I’ve been predestined for a life of consternation

One tone slides into another

Please return to your cross

For a demonstration

Of the manifestation

Of loss

Erase the plot

Forget the story

And the relentless burden of history

Brug te Arles - Van Gogh