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Three Poems by Frank Carellini

Frank Carellini, New York-Georgia, USA

 

Yaguara

The eyes of a jaguar 

are a two-way mirror

and I, its eternal subject.

 

It poses riddles of my 

past like a sphinx, and 

sips my soul for passage. 

 

Its gaze is an everlasting

confession, and my 

penance, perpetual. 

 

Myriad vision from 

the slits of monstera 

monitors my vitals. 

 

It can smell my jugular.

And I see its prints

in infinite dimensions.

 

Its assistants:

strangler figs and birds

of paradise 

 

observe my stochastic

wander through 

its lush lab. 

 

The owl moths are

eyes on the wall 

and gush commentary. 

 

The desperate salt of my 

skin, on its tongue.

And my whimper, in its ear. 

It will eat me over and

over, until I get it right

and it, never full. 

 

And when I need rest from 

rebirth, it breaks to eat

the neighbor’s chickens. 



Lavender Waltz

 

The bees are drunk on lavender

            and dizzily waltz 

to lilac symphony and 

            orange blossom orchestra. 

 

They gush at the ultraviolet 

            pop art of poppies

that we believe to be

            for us 

 

and discuss art movements

            from baroque 

peonies to 

            cubist rhododendron. 

 

An entire stomach to consume 

            Van Gogh’s irises, 

bathes the queen with kisses

of sticky currency.      

 

The hive, a salon, to trade

            volatility for volatility

tupelo Rosseau for 

mesquite Thoreau.  

 

At bedtime, they nestle

and sleep on lady lupine— 

dreaming of yesterday’s nectar

            and tomorrow’s flower. 

 

Saline

 

The wine glass to my ear

            like a conch

tells its story

 

of the hot Tyrrhenian sea

            that fed swollen grapes

with saline silt.

 

And the unrelenting Sicilian

Sun      no match 

for drunken gods,

 

giving communion

            from molten veins

that seep fertility

 

from destruction.

Hints of blood                         

and Odyssey—

 

My salt mouth

tipsy on its

history.

 

Frank Carellini’s life has been spent studying biology from molecule to organ to organism. An intimate investigation of life’s underpinnings has left him with the enormity, yet evanescence, of the infinite world; with poetry, a means to grasp and investigate it. The goal of his work is to pose hypotheses about deep ecology, cosmology, and consumption. Carellini’s influences include time spent in the Belizean Rainforests, SCUBA diving, birds of prey and cuisine. 

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