PEAR TREE RAG

PEAR TREE RAG

The pear tree is, the pear tree is
A half handle with a starry neck 
A ladder to Jupiter or an anvil 
your hand the hammer. 

August is, August is
A moment of electrical motion 
A window into a sun's furnace 
A why, when for the pear. 

My hand is, my hand is
 reaching to touch the pear
 source of wine, comfort or tears
 too long in the heart's control.

 Those eyes are, those eyes are
 glaring at me through a radiant lit window, 
forbidding me to touch the pear,
 to feel, to feel, to feel.

 I should pluck, I should pluck this pear,
 hurl it at his window the feel of hand 
on pear hurled at this devil 
damned to sit forever 

Looks and squints, looks and squints 
through his damned window 
at those who're saved 
by that lust for those pears.

 RED HOUSE RAG

 I love the red house
 Its so square and solid
 Sunflowers poke their heads
 Over the brown fence. 

I love the red house. 
Its the mother light,
 the sunflowers 
gawp like loonies. 

Between murder and art 
The red house, the brown fence,
the sunflowers flaming
 and red like murder. 

Between the act of art
sunlight the moon 
melting in the sky
 like a great exclamation mark. 

The walls in the red house
 glisten with moonlight. 
The dank souls of sunflowers
 screaming at the idiot stars.

 Who are mad, mad, mad.
 feel always that the square
 coffin box time will never
 be the oblivion of sunflowers.

NAPLES HAIKU 

By Paul Murphy 

I 

Sorrento clashes 
Ambrosia, pinks and hues 
Gazing at the rocks. 

II 

Capodimonte 
In a lime green verdant rush
 Of rich lavender. 

III 

The birds, like big stiff
 Commas, lift a haiku 
Out of my dead dream. 

IV 

Why does the salt sea
 Loneliness run like bare thread
 In the darkest night?

 V 

Giordano Bruno’s 
Bones dance and the liar’s kiss
 And the dancing stairs. 

SATAN AND EVE 

Met in the shade under a canopy 
All hung with a million red fruits 
Dim glimmer of the moon’s halo 
Star shine glanced off the bright fruits. 

“I want to love you, 
but you aren’t my creation,” spoke Satan.
 His entire body was divested.
 Eve was totally quiet but soon

 She felt filled with light.
 Satan knew that Eve would give birth 
In time to his “creation”, mankind, 
That would eventually make the film 

“Enter the Void”. Satan and Eve 
Made the Irish, the Jews, even the Germans 
But could they really make 
“Enter the Void”? 

JOBCENTER DRESDEN BUDAPESTERSTR. 

Green God of the Holy Fool
 Quiet the needful storm 
That is this black tomb 
And divert the rains.

Placate the livid Seraphim 
That feast with the antique Muses
 Around Apollo who sells the lyre 
To baleful, red-eyed Mephistopheles.

 For another clear betting chance
 On the odds favourite to fall. 
The rats cling to the Frauenkirche, 
To Zwinger, SemperOper, to the Bratwust 

That sizzles, to an ancient zither 
Madly mutating all the ether. 

 Paul Murphy