2 sonnets from my Harold Brainerd Hersey conservation project:

PENNY WISE


the Many books of the crumbling starlight
from a binding of that moon through the window
of recognizing my pretty in That moted moonlight
carelessly along the horizon, seeing What a narrow

desire Pointed a fancy finger carelessly
in My Shut mouth, And of Remarking merely on
a "forever penciled" dusty mockery
of my deceived love heart up through dawn,

Yet, this here shadow of a library
Is not into believing the years of dust,
I am one, yet I am almost lost Upon your agony,
the first sign Is When Your own lip bursts:

......

Then your Will will not pick it last!
But now, with You, an act will pass And pass.



REMEMBRANCE


I think the earth gave me Life
Through The strangle-arms of taste,
you with a thousand clouds suddenly white
The women's moon fails to taste

When Your moon opened:
As though Running to reach me
Among The shadows broken
over the splinters now salty

.........

I Flutter forth half a kiss
around their thin lips,
As though my darkness
were them On the lips

as Into the tiny mouths
of monstrous brain moths