Lucien Quincy Senna's Blog

DECEMBER 1, 2012 5:27AM

THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY

A razzle of his blues

obliquity of vision

signet of sinless

gold vanquished swimming

I offered him sin

Oh yes here my love

I will trick you with

Orientalist reverie

A Sibyl, a fairy, so sprite you may flee

to Lake Brimstone

and gaze at my floating tendrils,

my inheritance.

Evangelical… Read full post »

DECEMBER 1, 2012 5:17AM

THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY

A razzle of his blues

obliquity of vision

signet of sinless

gold vanquished swimming

I offered him sin

Oh yes here my love

For I am a witch

I will trick you with

Orientalist reverie

A Sibyl, a fairy, so sprite you may flee

to Lake Brimstone

and gaze at my… Read full post »

DECEMBER 1, 2012 5:16AM

THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY

A razzle of his blues

obliquity of vision

signet of sinless

gold vanquished swimming

I offered him sin

Oh yes here my love

I will trick you with

Orientalist reverie

A Sibyl, a fairy, so sprite you may flee

to Lake Brimstone

and gaze at my floating tendrils,

my inheritance.

Evangelical… Read full post »

JUNE 11, 2011 10:12AM

IF MERCURY WAS THE IRISH SEA

For C.K. 

 

Here I sit

with feelings

no one could possibly want

waiting, waiting for the time.

That time does not separate us

yet miles do

makes this an astronomer's truism.

For he does not have to see the moon dust

of my misery, the shuttle landing

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JUNE 11, 2011 10:11AM

IF MERCURY WAS THE IRISH SEA

For C.K. 

 

Here I sit

with feelings

no one could possibly want

waiting, waiting for the time.

That time does not separate us

yet miles do

makes this an astronomer's truism.

For he does not have to see the moon dust

of my misery, the shuttle landing

of children's voices… Read full post »

JUNE 8, 2011 9:19AM

The Mad Woman in the Attic

The blonde woman is crouched on the chipped pink tiles of the batthroom. She is wearing a filthy black silk nightgown and is cradling half a bottle of Smirnoff. It is midday and she can hear the sparrows chirping in the garden. The wooden bath door is locked. It is the… Read full post »
JUNE 1, 2011 8:16AM

I hurt myself today DSK

I hurt myself today

to see if I still can feel the pain

some use a needle or the bottle recklessly

to burn the rhubarb or the rain

for me it's rage that assuages the reported act

Africa assaulted by France in Hotel New York

Such a common nightmare

what he… Read full post »

MAY 30, 2011 9:31AM

BLACK

We blacken our boots

faces with burning cork

Our reputation oaks with age

Manifests a form of soot

 

Embers in the chimney

Eyes so rare

That woman with a gardenia, tickling the ivories

She takes you down, down to her lair

 

So goodbye nights of New York

Hidden villainy… Read full post »

MAY 28, 2011 5:51AM

MY KERRY BOY

For my Kerry Boy

Not everywoman has rose bushes

in a parched May

no rain, only tears

stomped on fleurs, my garden

 

months passed since I kissed

love's face

his radiance

caressed his farmer's hands

wisps of a his low culchie musings

For the love of God, I would… Read full post »

MAY 25, 2011 11:42AM

NINEVEH


An attacker advances against you Nineveh The shields of his soldier are red The warriors are clad in scarlet The metal on the chariots flashes On the day they are made ready; The spears of the pine are brandished Nahum 2.1.7 NINEVEH

It was Edith Hausberg's

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MAY 25, 2011 11:12AM

To the End of Time

To the End of Time

 

If all of this soon will be ash

A dread pot of colour

Brine not sparkling

The deepest thoughts come at the last

And then we're lost

 

To be alone

Truly alone

In the phantom city

This to me is truth

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MAY 22, 2011 9:47AM

For the Love of Oscar Wilde

FOR THE LOVE OF OSCAR WILDE

 "This ain't fair." said the referee

"He don't even know the Queensberry Rules."

But the proud man accepted the challenge

a clobbered red rose

amongst a flurry of  dripping fists

Once a body lost,

wilding this here isle

It now contains him.

The valiant… Read full post »

MAY 19, 2011 6:12AM

Kilmainham

Kilmainham

 I supped with a man last night

Moon fasting on full-bodies

The road of the condemned

racing racing together

skulls pulsing in the smoke

preparations for the redolence

of chrysanthemum blues in tune

I know I love this man and he me

His vermillion paints

Eyes torn chaste

"Who are… Read full post »

MAY 17, 2011 10:35AM

A LETTER TO EL PRESIDENTE

HEY EL JEFE

Why don't you

trip the switch

to Limerick

changelings beamed into gold

jewel your chameleons like idolatry

in some monastery

I drank the truth always

the cup of another tribe

 not yours

for yours are clover coals

Mine are furlongs

corn and bayous

Hurricanes and sweetmeat

Afar still… Read full post »

MAY 17, 2011 3:51AM

MANDRAKE IN OXFORD

MANDRAKE IN OXFORD

I dropped the cup

of your silence

The spoon of unspoken snapped

Any gift wind-dark in its token

snatched because the incongruence

Oh the incongruence of this us

We are diffused as algorithms

I don't know you

and you can never know me

sweet verses too brutal to… Read full post »

MAY 16, 2011 8:54AM

EXILE

Exile

 I mounted the spangled ivory stairs

for her want of spires never attained

with the constance of Ruth.

 

She said you are a slender dark shelter of coppiced cedar

a coral forest of lovers lost in the deluge

colonial beacons lavender pens

and… Read full post »