KAREN KNIGHT
Six Reasons
(for Axl)
He’s the heart
of a Neruda ode
when he bows
to new words.
He’s the conqueror
of a chaise longue
climbing as if gaining
ground on heaven.
He’s king of all wild things
following the hounds over
a realm of cushions.
His face, when sleeping,
is a laser etched crystal.
He’s a deep dream diver
steeped in consolatory kisses.
He’s the sun that dances
the day out with
Moby’s Beautiful;
and his pet canary sings
from its powder coated
cage.
Karen Knight (2010)