Post by MoonyLuna on Jan 10, 2009 12:44:27 GMT -5
My little champion,
Staccato-eloquent,
My ventriloquist of skeleton
Stalks, you: fuzz-affluent
Against the broken prism
December dandles when the snow is still.
Shy profiteer of schism,
You preach relinquishment along my windowsill.
Strip! Strip! Strip! You cheep.
The only luxury is in the chill;
The only perch of rest is in the steep
Crystal dissolution of the will.
I hear you chirp in sleety hiddenness,
In occultation most articulate.
The coldest joy's what you most bless;
In pizzicato whispering, asseverate.
The chirp you hurl defines humility
As something almost savage in its swoop.
Discalced against December, Chickadee,
You snap the frozen seed-husks as you stoop.
Copyright
Eric Ormsby
Staccato-eloquent,
My ventriloquist of skeleton
Stalks, you: fuzz-affluent
Against the broken prism
December dandles when the snow is still.
Shy profiteer of schism,
You preach relinquishment along my windowsill.
Strip! Strip! Strip! You cheep.
The only luxury is in the chill;
The only perch of rest is in the steep
Crystal dissolution of the will.
I hear you chirp in sleety hiddenness,
In occultation most articulate.
The coldest joy's what you most bless;
In pizzicato whispering, asseverate.
The chirp you hurl defines humility
As something almost savage in its swoop.
Discalced against December, Chickadee,
You snap the frozen seed-husks as you stoop.
Copyright
Eric Ormsby