By Charles Bane Jr. The air is paved with fire; you are there and I and in privacy I sense the larger end of land, and a wild and waiting sea. None, my soul, is small upon its course of flames and I oar upon your love of me to a waiting Face that looks [...]
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The air is paved with fire
Posted in Charles Bane Jr. on June 14, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Angels Land
Posted in Charles Bane Jr. on January 23, 2011 | 4 Comments »
By Charles Bane Jr. Angels land on corners of busy streets; I love their folds and silent looks and the possibility of launch to my first dreams when I saw them in an antiseptic room and thought, there is no abyss or waiting dark should I fall asleep. No, I thought, there is nothing of [...]
Untitled
Posted in Charles Bane Jr. on September 6, 2010 | 3 Comments »
By Charles Bane Jr Near Rouen. July 8 1944 We trooped into countryside, walking behind tanks like children trailing parents to a scene of petty wrong. I was more exhausted than I can say; I was tired of shots and the substitute of guns for the soundings of the sky and handsome forks of gold [...]
I Wanna Be Wich You
Posted in Charles Bane Jr. on June 22, 2010 | 11 Comments »
By Charles Bane Jr. I wanna be wich you. By the chain link fence on the corner we walked past (where I kissed u when u stopped and looked at me and went, Dude) There was a street lamp shining through the fence onto a skip of oil and somethin turned around. Then I came [...]
We Both Came Bare
Posted in Charles Bane Jr. on April 23, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
By Charles Bane Jr. We both came bare to a crossing way; I think empty arms collect greater sprays that visitors find, when entering a hall. They do not see what’s gathered and stood together in a vase of crimson glass to dispel the other’s shadow. It was wise to wait until I found you [...]
Alexander’s Seizure
Posted in Charles Bane Jr. on February 24, 2010 | 4 Comments »
By Charles Bane Jr. It is an aloneness, this malady. It hurled me from Bucephalus yesterday. I fell ( as I lay and shook upon the fields ) into the sea. There are always dolphins waiting; in beautiful depths I take a fin and watch patterns cross the bodies of my companions that are cut [...]
