LYRIC

Nothing is ominous enough

--I do resent the disrepute
of your dissentient smile
my Gaea, and yet

all of the marvelous & plain
too vain reproaches
of this sufficient life
make, my Gaea, Nothing
ominous enough:    

         The fresh
contempt & ancient disesteem
Analysis invests
upon its subject up-close can't
ever hope touch your lips
unmentionable! so cold, my Gaea

it is like this: As if
the warmth of some never-denied,
never-conceived eternity had blessed
your soul with the mystic-
al passage of O distance & of time

enough to pretend
existence, even enough to make
it all seem: sweet & inconsequential,

crude, silly, cute
& dumb alongside the bright-
ness of your dead-
ly closed eyes, my Gaea

--It is as if all of Tomorrow shone
out of your Dark ironic
Past on my soul

with the so damn Romantic
luminescence of the Midnight
moonless-most Nothing is
ominous enough

enough, my
Gaea: enough

enough     
enough
     enough