Friday, November 11, 2011

tHe eNd Of tHE bEgINNIng

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Saturday, October 15, 2011


a clear globe or
silver structure in space
hangs from threads
threaded like silk,
and distant sounds of bells
in the distance.
inside slim images
revolve and careen upon
what seems to some
a screen a wave
of rain moving
inland engulfs
sits still washing
in a stream begins to
with favored eyes
go forward and more toward

Friday, October 14, 2011

a great wind

what kind of sacred images
do you have? said
the one important
man to the other.
All types replied
a by now entirely tired
of haggling soft
or often strong voice
and this action
recalled first every
other word he’d ever spoken
and then,
only the words of deep love
and after that a thousand
images formed from silence
were called back into
the world. And it’s
all of that that the
first and profoundly religious man
missed and walked out
onto the street alone.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

hand in hand

checkered quilts
and thin made-of-air
veils adorned
the procession.
Mostly drunk
on wine the revelers
spun through the winding
streets of our
ancient city
and they always stopped
at each apartment
to give gifts
of flowers and food.
Honeysuckle, raw leaf
and raw grass, millions
of petals and even feathers
fanned down on lucky
citizens, that
was a big festival!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

green whose color is wrapped

up; can see or
seen to be
wrapped up in a shell
whose very seeds
only spread outward,
under a brightly dawning
sun walk into it forget it.
Rolling backward
traversing cavernous pitches
catches brightly lit
squares of colors dawning
again colors bleeding into
one another once more
of with sweeping
swaying glances overcome me
jumping ledges off to
taste to

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

oh waves

leaping at me now,
rather you would just
lap at my feet
then bite my tongue.
but if what you do
is the only all
you can,
then i’ll stand among you
and love your leaps
and bounds, grow old
and tired and wise
with your salty taste
a mile long upon my memory.

Monday, October 10, 2011

the impressiveness toward it resounds

hung across layers
of sky in the fashion
of that day windows
the rational and always
foremost thoughts open grown
now to greater heights
and underswayingleaves
the sea appeared, dreaming
straight into the sun
and hugging even greater
guarding the entrance
what he asked then.
The significance
clearest dreaming hills
under by streams upon
hills mountains