Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Crow takes a turn

curbside crow
lying like 
dark gloves.
white  
market body bag.
trash can.
night clan dream.
exhumed.
buried among
lilies.
overhead-
they count.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Trance/Atlantic



Take it from me  now.

You are standing.
Facing sea.
When you speak
your voice draws a ray.
You call it shoreline.
The moment you demarcate it,
it is yours, not to be shared.
But then the moon and the
pulling, bruised night
take back this possessive.
You look down.
Your blue feet are an inscription.
Under the hood of cloud cover
you ask for more light.
You need more light.
The shine rolls away, leaving
this opaque gender,  loss.
You want to ignore these shapes.
Feet are so familiar, too final.
After endless illuminations
they settle under a shore that sparkles.
Beneath the next moon you
try to explain with gestures,
hands that sign deja vu,
that hold nothing
and release everything.

Tuesday, March 03, 2015

Google This

All along the mnemonic path
I had left little devices to
Catch those yesterdays'
New things of old.
Snares of a sort, a pinwheel
Or two. Were they spinning
Clockwise or counter?
A cleanly seen associate.
What does that feeling of
Approximation feel like?
The person, the word,
The time of that year?
What I am tempted to do
I fear will destroy that impulse
To natively remember from
Within my own mind.
Once a memory, now,
Just information retrieved.
Much of what is easy is,
Like absorbent cotton, mopping
Up for me. A dumb provider.
Sit down false necessity.
Let me do this myself.
Give me a little time,
Just a little time.

Thursday, February 05, 2015

An Appreciation of the Sun

The sun looks for me.
It is undaunted in the
Way it searches. 
Not the naked dirty elm
Nor the highest floor
Will stand in it's way.

It sketches the winter lilac
On the house. 
The dog's doppelgänger 
runs across the wall
Like vanishing Charcoal. 

Inexpensive zircon
sparkles in the snow. 
Glint of tiny prisms. 
Holograms. 

The word welcome
Comes to mind. 
It floats from my mouth. 
A small enough cloud. 

The sun climbs on me
Looking into my eyes. 
dressing me in 
Whatever's available.
Out of the blue,
The mysterious blue,
It buttons each button. 

I celebrate mid-morning. 
Such a wardrobe. 
Such an ever-light necessity.