East of East of Eden (Aladdin Falls)

O holy union:
            pagan and ripe,
where eyes sank
deep in union’d eyes
            and time,
                     with loosed grip,
                     reduced to paths
                                to get us to this place.

But soon: a failing!
            timorous and real:
Aladdin clocked up
            off the carpet,
                       reeling in the cave.

(I can show you the floor: shining shimmering splendor!)

 O holey union:
            we all have diff’rent sides
            (and strengths),
                      true union holds them
                      all;
contrived old union
           cracks apart
                     as
                     (drained)
                    Aladdin falls.


4/20/2012 2:59 PM 
Golden, CO