three marys
—in the snowy mountain village—
safe beneath her roaming palms above a bowl of night
following a fragrance of fireflies and bells
in tendrils of polar aurora, our little hero pauses
before the facade of a glowing barn
as he leans peering into its hearth
he will miss the glint in his sword
that could deliver instantaneous epiphany
praise be to all forces actual and imaginary
who conspire such that she may remain hidden!
pearl, i sense there are none fit to endure even a glimpse
into the secrets of your composure
but what has been altered in you
arrives in me glorified
to find you here withdrawn
in a state of quiet creation
i know there must be in her resigned posture
some formula for the emergence from marble
into biological triumph
for the melting of orphaned crayons
into an applause of belonging
for divinations against the dark
in the frosty tails of soft pneumatic cometry
thumbing the fog from her crystal
her loving gaze fills the wells of healing water
stirring the sick from their sleep with odd recollections
expanding the promise of what is miraculous
and in turning to rest
her sighs in ghostly stamens
rise for a long sleep of mystery
in the hearts of all who are blessed to behold
but ah!— just the mirror for our little boy
just this peeking into the forge, some guesswork
into the means of her holy condition
—marian apparition at CERN—
queen of the world, rise into the air
above this arrogant babel of color
this aspirational sigil of flags
with a crown of brass and white roses
of daffodils and bone
with your sovereign blowtorch vacuum
forsake them all their misbegotten rations of mana
their obtuse factories of pygmy divination
and their pride as if it arose not
from a modest source
deflect the collisions with your steel blue wing
with your sweeping blade
with its stripes of decorative poppy and white rose
extinguish the flames of all phyletic sorcery
all corrupt and eager pharmacology
all backroom sashaying with doctors of imagery
who traffic in fickle intrigue
who shrug themselves into spastic adolescence
in yellow regressions
in oh well oh well oh wells
to the delight of their imperceptible companions
the soot-blackened gnomes
electric weavers of cheap silk and neon
absorbing the manic detritus of degeneration
laundering biofuel into the ghetto ostrich dimension
illuminate the pathologies of their snickering
their snide epileptic haughtiness
their slobbering embrace of disease
with a lamp from the lord
that searches the inmost being
with a magnanimity of luminous aerials
falling beneficent
in surprising inverted damocletic guillotines
in jamaicas of malleable aleatoric stone
in lucid capsules of peaches and cream
in lucid capsules of charming atomic candy
in tiny engines of silent prayerful ball lightning
into the deep blue pond of their unexamination
among reefs of discarded makeup sponges of moss and mauve
to the lurking eels of a libidinous spiritual ambition
to the frank viral teeth of lanternfish prowling
about the blue body of a sunken prince
from his formal renunciation
into leprous apostasy
—between the opposing mirrors in a sleepy sailor’s proto-ohio—
in a relaxed incoherence of way past bedtime
from a child’s bedroom of sturdy peach and periwinkle
upon breezy treetops through a victorian window
a dual mary and christ
a two-headed figure with broad shoulders
in white and blue with gold chevrons
radiating crepuscular love photons
from the portal of their shared chest
in circusy pinwheel gamma rays
with buzzing bioluminous seahorse coins
and singing magnetic dirigibles
like all their blood and light and water
inverted from a ghetto ostrich dimension
mary separates herself
in a bloody heroic surgery
of mythical red moth antagonism
of sandhill crane dimorphism
in simple phoenix
culminating in a cotton unzippering
in edible clouds of manic moisture
in a death of toy ghosts relieving themselves
of smoke and soft light
of gnarly unthought smogs of puke
in a harmonic resurrection aureole
of imperial crystal toothpicks
she retreats into the halflight and turns
wielding self-replicating whips
of human tendons
and frantic plaguesick eyes
and slashes the arc of her secret name
in shrieking silver cornets through the air
reanimating families of bones in the catacombs
to cartoonish cooings of chernobyl rainbow infants
and iridescent cotton candy whirring
of bubbles ascending entropic
from the dripping drool
of their globular plumrosy mouths
from the perfect purity of her countenance
a queenly light of instantaneous didacticisms
causing canticulary quivering in the antimatter
sending smiles into nascent pastel crowns of cloud
hovering in impalpable grace above the young faithful