The Heart Full of Eyes

The heart full of eyes
And drunken words
For warships
The peeled-back black bell
The Queen of Queendom
And sandface
The broken and wrecked heart
Beating deeper than the night watcher

The myth you kept close
To your breast
Then I am kind
Or some kind
Eternal hello
Under Sassania

And the kings of dust
Their pineal lineage
Transmuted by gorse and geese
The ticks and the lice and the five bridges
All playing monkey
In my heart

And gathered dogs for tea
And tune them into ladders
For the dog-star ascent
To the wretched galaxy
That is ever Neverland

Plato wrote of you in Grotto
Saurat wrote of you in Chartres
Soso spake Greek to Peter
Piling her hooks on seeds

This is the shed
In which I keep the dead
The open mouth for mouths and rocks
The house of beloved mice
With whom I could not lie or lay

The Graal whom I could not sing sweetly enough
To touch out the thunder and argent
Lightning washing over the love
And brotherhood and wisdom
That shuttled away down the Golden Pumpkin River
The mist drowned over my eyes and heart
The mist took me by utter surprised

Cats who snuggled and cuddled me into the nix and the nox
And knocked at the door
And knocked me onto the floor
Below her, I fell
Into a terminal explosion from apples and Edens
And fed the swans once or twice
And gave rides to the red rager

And on that fragile roundabout
Not far from heaven
I saw the sun swallow with a yip and a yes
And saw the lint glint in her eyes
And the owl shot-shot with paraboxes

Into that teen twine, we fell together
And shouted and shuddered
And held breasts and kissed lips
And dreamt of Kingdoms and Queendoms
And matched wine with fires and switched funnels
Snatched open pain, open