the scurvy tunes of alonzo riley (5)

Rose-cheekt
Lawra
came.

(She couldn’t
wait
for Tommy.)

    *     *     *

Out of a blue sky
Eros pounces.

Hard the hit.
Sweet the swoon.
Crimson wet the after.

    *     *     *

Once upon a
May Day fine
desire grew
and kissed the sky.
Wings it had
and eyes to see,
and it saw
to a new horizon.
But flight by law
is not allowed,
as any cop can tell you.
So with laugh and howl
desire burst
and drummed in stony showers...


Eva Autonomista,
mos bels vezers,
by the grassy-banked canal.

The willows wept
to see you cry,
the swans fell dead
from the dusky sky,
the tear gas burned
    forever.

But to see you get up
and raise your head
and shake your natty dreadlocks,
the birds came back,
the clover bloomed,
the samba played
    forever.