Quixotic Concubine

after coitus
the Quixotic Concubine
set out
in a personal diaspora
for Rome, Mecca, Benares,
Salt Lake, Taos, Machu Pichu
Lhasa
anywhere some
Holy One
might shine

a line for her to follow
on & on & on
wander & query & wander
& query – after wan stars &
blazing present & distant
her passion
distressing in absence
distorted in presence
& dissipated finally,
in the wind

Who carries frankincense?
Travel light, she said,
tracing her path
as sound
made sight—

in silence
the concubine
who fucked the
frankly feckless monk
for money
& a mention
of some god
& moving on
left him
aching

for a goddess.

Welcome Wayfarers and Vagabonds

Welcome, Wayfarers! Virtual Vagabonds!
With real trepidation, I bid you go on.
Enter ethereal enclaves! Romp in recombinant rooms.
Peace to your prosy and practiced pursuits!

Straitjacket strategic stress!
Deter deliberate defense
Swap deference for differance
Tremulous triumph to tellings and talks!

Superb! I salute you for silence!
Stupendous the sound of no word!
Detail and distance and diatribe
fade by the font of all form.

Here I do humbly harass you
with gratitude give you good grace
tease with tempestuous trifles
wish you wide wells and clear trace.

Flee if you must, I may follow
make no excuse for no mark.
Wait if you will for my whistle
into the virtual dark.