We sailed on black tarmac, rudderless, root-locked…

After posting and publishing this poem yesterday, I realized it was still falling short. I had high expectations, but I think that was mostly based on the fact that I had hammered some of my ideas into the difficult sonnet form and knew more or less what I was talking about and feeling and sensing … Continue reading We sailed on black tarmac, rudderless, root-locked…

We sailed on black tarmac, rudderless, landlocked…

We sailed on black tarmac, rudderless, landlocked,drifting, by turns, to split the humid gauze,as under the rayed and haloed light you mockedmy rising in your sweating, petting palms.Iowa noon, buried knee deep in the corn.Tan, green, and white. And lithe as serpents wound --splayed out and twinned on brazen steel shelled form,molten as the flame … Continue reading We sailed on black tarmac, rudderless, landlocked…