Monthly Archives: February 2015
“That Spring”
I was on a natural plane, It wasn’t like it was just me, . The coats of darjeeling sat there In their nests on the trees.
“Diaspora”
I wanted to provide joy to someone, Somewhere, along the way, . This joy is leaking in me Like a bottle plugged, . And the first thing I see when I look out my window Is seven years of lost love, . Of love stabbed, Grown cold, . When it could have been fields and […]
“You Get Older, and You See”
Something Was destroyed In this life, . Detonated from the middle And We wriggle out As . Glass drops On a sedan’s hood.
“In and out of the Jail Cells and We’re Free”
The jail cells, With their mighty cacophony of swords, Ignite the setting sun, The . Uniformed man standing like wars do, And . You’re in the diner . Coaxing the sugar and cream.
“A Slow Day Moving Like Jazz”
It comes at the middle of a day, It’s the Garden and you’ve already seen it, . When Happy are those Who look at What They want to Look at . When Nothing exists, Within or without the self.
“I Just Think I Can Stare at Anyone”
From the Wet leaves, . Purple and Yellow, . Hidden On the railroad track which is Raised so far up, . Galvanizes Purple sunshine, Streamed . Through the TV’s Of electricians, Plumbers And tow truck . Drivers, and These see me and kill me, . Through denim Light years of delayed dinners.
“Phosphorescent”
Stark naked I stand, Before the tree. . Someone once said That the trees Were ‘Petrified,’ But . I view them More as being . Angry, . For It is they Who are honest, . It is they Who have cast a shadow Of guileless armament To stave off The coming flood, To smile back […]
“Wormholes and Wormwood”
For if you’re suspended in a moment Of what for the mighty is ecstasy, And, in this moment, you lose yourself, . Crouched for the killing of the great miscellany, The nativity scene In which you just look, don’t touch, . You just observe What for time immemorial Has been the object of your intrigue, […]
“Education is for Kids”
* “How can I explain / When you don’t want me to?” “Kid”, The Pretenders Sometimes I’ll just be standing there around a bunch of kids, punching push pins into a bulletin board, drawing a walrus on a marker board, listening to them call each other “small-head” and “big-head,” watching them hit each other, and […]
“Sidelong”
It’s tough When you have a wedged, fluid shape, And you’re listening to the song Crawling sidelong . Along the sky, But built for buffaloes The blood cave Contracts and expands one time, Leaving miasma Breathing life which is Turning teeth, Metal in the sky for pruning.