Two Poems

Did . . . did a malachite write this Malachite, being concentric hues of green, absorbs Earth’s energies w/o tearing spacetime. So smooth you can carry it in yr pocket & no snag! Malachite’s rarely discovered in crystalline structure, b/c its name means soft (half-copper, half-air.) Malachite builds up a charge, +/-. B/c malachite’s weak, it can never leave you, no matter how you treated it. It is the word feminine, oxidized—it puts more ins in her. Keeps yr home hearth-like. Like the pet it waits,,,Malachite is also the travelling stone. Carry this lustrous, emerald-like mineral w/you on plane in attractive velvet drawstring pouch. An economical sawn-through cauldron at yr touch. Eye will swim through underwater lava tubes, reach a grotto stopped w/foliage. See felled trees w/rings in eccentric orbits. Grocott-Gömöri’s methenamine silver stain under microscope, predicting histologically clear skies. Foxfire vibing on rock. Osteons torqueing in limbs. Clouds inside of clouds inside of clouds. Hmm. Hymn. Him. Can love remember the question & the answer? Malachite lives to cry, Look! We hv come through! But is not alive. A dream of diaphaneity by the calcified. Life requires 3 people to make a tragedy. & for the tragedy to be performed. A 3rd person can’t come between a couple unless you let him, & he wants to.   Untitled Leaving the astronomical observatory. Saturn in June. A pearl menaced by shadows. Its moons appearing to hole-punch the rings. Lost in the parking lot the ink the night spills out is too much, again. A note in the window of a Mercedes:   Do not smash glass. I left nothing inside on purpose. Life extracts meaning from accident. What I want. Where could it all go instead. Telescopes are too attached, tracking right ascension, declination—the past in crosshairs. To be written on every moment is   sorrow. An imperative. Keep forgetting. Burn my diary. Leave me finally. Visit or don’t. This halo-less universe. Gas & dust. Violence w/o blame. Cue the mystery. My darling, the time—it needed to be spent. We went, we saw, & it said, there is no us.