34/52: gorgon

I've been meaning to tell you
about the dream I had
where I came upon you
in a cave
by the sea.

You seemed to hiss, Whassup?
But I was fixed in place, like stone
when I saw the hoses coming out of your head
like snakes
but not.

They were, without a doubt
lengths of garden hose
raggedly cut off at random forearm lengths
writhing and twisting
in the wind
well, I would have said the wind
if there had been wind.

You looked like a high school mythology project
dreamed up on a Sunday night before it was due.

We walked out among the rocks,
rocks that looked strangely like heroes,
then sat together looking east
as rosy-fingered dawn unfurled...
her rosy fingers.

we sat without judgment,
but also without understanding.

I know, I know,
what were you doing in a cave
by the sea?

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Audio: https://soundcloud.com/mbonica/gorgon

33/52: Illusions be gone

How does one love the river?
All that swirl and change -

the fish coming to the surface
then diving deep again

the star spark light playing
a dance from bank to bank
and down there - somewhere
on the way out to the sea.

How does one love the sea?
Endless, boundless

on and on the black depths
washing over shells and bones

out of sight of land
what is there but the sun
and water that will only make you
thirst.

How does one love the sun?
fickle in the seasons

in February cold and hard,
withholding

in August relentless
and punishing.

Wash away, drown, or burn away
all the illusions
of love,
my gods.

Elegant though you may be,
there is no gentleness
in you.

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Audio: https://soundcloud.com/mbonica/illusions-be-gone

Video: https://youtu.be/IW0DbdHXc0o