poem: down the merry (for David)

[Good friend David passed into his glory this past week. We commemorated his life and his blessings to all of us this afternoon.]

turtle soup'd
Katzenjammer Kids
welcome to your
everything, your
dilly-dallying foxtrot
dithering, dollop
of Trollope in
the mean figures
of noodled doom:
abacus mist
we were down
the merry ways
sunflower'd emancipations
in the quiet places
of quietist isolation:
i call back
the damselfly
blooms, crowned
in glory most glorious,
bloomed in flora most
florious, & I ain't
even yet the withers,
the winnowing,
the waxing & the waned:
kiss this, kiss the full
of me, the aventurine
veins, carnelian striations,
tourmaline concretions
of a soul most crusty:
passable charm,
eventual fodder,
asomatous liturgy
of the extravagant
womb.