Hunting The Lions

 

I. Summer

 

Needles into the precipice

  Volcano mighty and wide bellied

  Swallows the cataclysm's future

  We cast spears into each other's agonies

 

The ballet spirals over canyon rustic red sun whirls

 

  Action weighs actors the hours are long

  Unreal light sound the viewers catch fire

 

  Hollow basements and high offices

  Images lay siege

  The terrors of the un-fortune'd

  Become the terrors of entranced

  Free men who sit and wait

 

Tonight the lions hunt anywhere but here we are washed

 

  The leap in faith

  Is the walk with the spear down

  The foot sure the friends true

  Balance amid wide open roaring wheat-less fields

  The prowl is dancing might

  Asserting much destroying more

  The task is a footstep away

  And another, another the broiling sun

 

II. Autumn

 

Dreams fall on sleeping war-weary soldiers

 

  The hush of the night impales the stillness

  With memories of dust and the day's hard warring

  The breeze is colder now

 

The sky freezes the drama pauses the old men look up

 

  Asking for a fair week extra the hunt drags

  The feet drag the snow flurries camouflages

 

  Gathering night and silence as a cloak

  The daggers march wild through silent houses

  Finding only sleeping men and women

  Barren fields cradling hushed

  Dwellings napping

 

In the shelter of the storm the awakening

 

  Weapons find the storage shelves

  Dusty and wait for the relentless

  Snows the ceaseless howling

  Sit in the darkness sharpening

  Their fantasies outside of time

  Clutter of half-felt dreams

  Spiral away in a whimsy

  A flight of forecast startled blackbirds

 

III. Winter

 

Wiretap the success

  Alter bending circles of influence

  Corrupt the flow of thought

  Our public massed in search

 

Of butterflies resilient and deadly

 

  With science with a fine net

  Of explanation of words

 

  Deafened to the crackle of

  Fine leaves and blacked

  To the angry scent often hanging

  Shroud over winter white

  Eternal fields

 

Gaps in sight in the knowing's incredible aeons

 

  Where chimeras dandy and entreat

  Us to the suffocation of chaos

  The cameras go up the stairs

  Massed in search for the center

  Which eludes the tightrope

  Cantors in circle in darkness

  Just out of grasp

  Spears fly into the night

 

IV. Spring

 

Etched in crystal

  Quanta all these timeless pathways

  Stand poised to change us

  Each second we move

 

They multiply us

 

  Each look glance thought presence

  Each pass flash emotion sensation

 

  An army of futures

  The trees grow before our eyes

  The circles are joined departed rejoined

  Guns ready slogans armed flags and permanence

  Waving in a frozen wind

 

We give sex to the sexless we feel the time

 

  Sharp cold glass crystal arching arcing illuminated

  Not blue not black etching silhouette flicker

  Endless fractal forever green but not green

  A pause of boundary's edges a look across

  To see the turtles stacked each with

  Fine flowers and jasmine incense the

  Taste of tangerine accompanying them

  As they pause in passing through the fields

 

[This poem is from his new book, "Alphabetical Verse: Collected Poetry 1988-2018" now available here on Amazon.]

 

Matthew Chenoweth Wright

 

Bio:  Matthew Chenoweth Wright has been writing poetry since 1988, and has released 4 collections of poetry:  "On The Water" in 1991, "From Under Eyelids" in 2005, 2016's "The Floating Laughter of the Harlequin's Anti-Gravity Brain," and the recently released "Alphabetical Verse."  He also produces music and soundpoems, recording on the invisible caterpillar records label he founded in 2007. His band, eNuminous & Archimedes, makes sound to back up his lyrics, and achieves a Dadaist avant-garde, quasi-experimental music, with dissonance, atemporality and artifact incorporated into a moving series of vibrations. A recent transplant from Sacramento to Berkeley to Petaluma to Vallejo to Cleveland, he also makes espresso. "Poetry is a rich shared language, one that we should all treasure."