Two Diptychs

      I.
Our modern grotto —
Backlit
By damp eastern genii —
Closed door blushing
To be split

By some arcade hand of
Sugarcane —
And skipping past
Walls will lay ashy
Finger vain

Down to unbreathe
The word —
Basement ponds flicker
Shards of slicker oil
And curd

Clotted, unfixed finds
A sound
Unheard by skin —

           II.
By cherry tree
Bound

Rivering bodies
Twine
In grounded soul
In plasticine hand —
And vine

Clipped yet swinging
Begets
Wine soaked comb —
And uncoupled cards
Flat forget—

III.
Rusted potent
Mount
Struck by gild crowd —
Where fleas, custard,
Fount

Conspire concede
No space
But form genial
Encyclopedic
Face —

And wooden lodge
In God —
Shivering sky still

IV.
And neon wreck —
A rod

Condensed light —
Warps
Wraps coheres —
Orange hare plays
Harps —

And tarp pulled
By honey-
Laden hand un-
Veils one ground grand
Body

Rivering rainwet —
Proud in
Dewdropt clarity
And bee swept
Din

Of thin leaping
Deity
Basket brim
With arborous
Gaiety —

No blanching thread
But
Blushing web
Of perfect skin
Uncut —