Thorn of the Air
On the ...Madrid, last capitol of the silence...
invisible thru corridors of 9,000 lungs, wand/legged ladies
protected from slow muffle machines
telegraph which mysteriously commingle the clouds
with you, city of the Uumm/wheel, city
—by moonlit of suave chrome, above all: of breatlless Lorca
moons &: Gongora shadows still roving, I see,
bark & twigs— the filly trees—straight as spanish truth!
a constant ...El Paseo Castellana, 3 in tbe morning
heartbeat —behold, this bluejeaned worker
transmits apparitions sweeping tbe arboled pavement for
cafe/heads to drink purely from these breathing
Spain ladies within & beyond you, tbat cross Two
Capitols of tbe Silence: O pivot
connecting us of evocation... O mediation
to the schisms of the marvelous! 1965, you are again:
of star & seed first city of the western Serene!
signed: the open mouth of silence
american seer that cups tomorrow from the thorn of the air!