The Bachelor with His Brides in Drag Even
Every blossom opens when the light has hit it right
when its chemistry is in corrected balance
when at its core it is warm enough to bloom
the heat that kept you from me
traveled through to warm the empty center
that place full of possible futures
spent Aquarius spills more kalpas forward
in the mirror of myself I can see
somewhere behind me the future
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I was the boy among sparrows
on the wood shed roof
the boy among crows
high in the pines
squeezed the sperm from old beached whales
I lied down to hug the stranded dead dolphin
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you come to me in nurse’s garb
you intend to heal me of all illness
you come to me in evening gowns
hoping to arouse some new-found rapture
from my reaction to new medication
your limbs familiar me to wither
there is no shape I will not take
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a clear cup of hot water
into which I might
dissolve the world of bother
if the tea ball were a globe on a string
pray I hear the music of what happens
may my ears hear what the water knows
John Landry was the 2nd poet laureate of New Bedford (2007-2010). Editorial Cuneta (Santiago Chile) published his book quiénva a podar los cirueloscuando mevaya/who will prune the plum tree when i'm gone (2010). He was a contributing editor for the 50th anniversary anthology of San Francisco's Beatitude. He lives in the shadow of the Sandia Mountains.
Every blossom opens when the light has hit it right
when its chemistry is in corrected balance
when at its core it is warm enough to bloom
the heat that kept you from me
traveled through to warm the empty center
that place full of possible futures
spent Aquarius spills more kalpas forward
in the mirror of myself I can see
somewhere behind me the future
+++
I was the boy among sparrows
on the wood shed roof
the boy among crows
high in the pines
squeezed the sperm from old beached whales
I lied down to hug the stranded dead dolphin
+++
you come to me in nurse’s garb
you intend to heal me of all illness
you come to me in evening gowns
hoping to arouse some new-found rapture
from my reaction to new medication
your limbs familiar me to wither
there is no shape I will not take
+++
a clear cup of hot water
into which I might
dissolve the world of bother
if the tea ball were a globe on a string
pray I hear the music of what happens
may my ears hear what the water knows
John Landry was the 2nd poet laureate of New Bedford (2007-2010). Editorial Cuneta (Santiago Chile) published his book quiénva a podar los cirueloscuando mevaya/who will prune the plum tree when i'm gone (2010). He was a contributing editor for the 50th anniversary anthology of San Francisco's Beatitude. He lives in the shadow of the Sandia Mountains.