Friday, September 30, 2011

freed overnight with droplets free


grazing lands farther
west hundreds of big
animals traveling together.
quiet repetition
whose softest voice
ebbs oceanlike
as the shore.

crown of this,
now, and always
humid to clear,
humid to clear
eyes silver wishing
to reflect a thousand
and one stars.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

discus discuss the terms


for my release”
discis laughed
and discus
repeated a
phrase that often
before he
had used
with so much velocity
that dolphins
swimming far along
the ocean floor
could not know
what secret methods,
what mysterious employments
had been employed
there.

Before it had been
something large and complex
to utter
but now it seemed
so easy so decidedly
simple.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

true


the height of everything
contained within it,
a single point
blinking like
light,
exhaling soft droplets
of grownsoftness,
grown from many worms
this silk
between my fingers
gleams or
glistens to music
created everywhere
inhales a steady
air of newness
and moves
what’s more.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

explain emotion


emotion explains:

“plain to the naked eye
a fast runner,
hurtling across the plains,
seems to insightfully
gain your meaning
the one you hurled
at the world at
large and with it attempted
large things before
you only thought of
and now had received.
A gift from the sky
came to you, you
exclaimed:
‘Oh!’ and passed
out beneath the sun,
awaiting the moon.”

Monday, September 26, 2011

touching only certain textures


realizing only some things
i came to a realization:
i said, “i think
I know.” i knew
i knew something
but i slipped at
true answers
or grasped at
false images
or took pebbles into
my palm.
I’m starting to see
no pattern,
this begins
to make little sense
as i aware of
what goes around
will walk more
around this at
every angle reaching out
to touch.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

the stars forming a gourd


hold what?
in your palm.
tasting like lemon
scratched surface
that’s there with
princes’ princesses
princesses’ known as
what? i thought
of this as i
sat at the
window of the train,
and meditated
more on it.
buds of flowers
creeping on the vine
told showing things
to those that watched
on the porch.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

one


two.

three, four.

the things on the table

i spy

are sitting going

nowhere.

They one, two, three, four

seconds hours days

count quietly to themselves.

Friday, September 23, 2011

conmigo, contigo

the advanced sense
of time to go
advanced me to this point.
the ring of bells
in the night made
me faint with expecting
that instantly and
this immediately;
flakes of gold
beheld in the night
beach stones
held up to the light
revealed sus colores
ser una caja de piedra,
una mano de mi mind.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Wind,

trying to rustle leaves,
breezes through trees’ branches.
just sighing.
and marking the time that passes
with its notes
maybe forlorn maybe glorious

wind blows to move the branches.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

water

the fleet honey smell
prevails and with it
i will swell to
such large proportions
i will take
this cup in my fingers
and with it drink,

because to be at
a certain place
you know you’ve found a point.
and creating and grasping
filling through
and relaxing
see it move upon the water.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

desire and nothing

if you mixed fire
and water,
with air
already there,
and the earth always
in everyone,
you’d see
mountains moved
or maybe only
thoughts thought
but with currents
of passion amazed
and returning to
your island a growing
belief
in what
freedom the nature of
and starting to but
oh! and oh…

the sudden flight of a bird
i swallow my drink to
its fortune i give a kiss
or upon the eye gaze

Monday, September 19, 2011

we have a name

green trees grow thick around
we have a name
sang on the steps
of plains beseeched
kings there.
with gifts of
food and promising
great returns,
there,
we sat
and discussed the world’s
future it appeared
to us so.
that we should go there
and make change
war and love
swirl about you soldier,
go soon and
breath many things
on the flat open plains
there.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

pensively

the trucked-over for miles
road began to ache
and desire,
there in the sun,
new traffic and wondered
at new traffic it
saw now. Streetcars
are streaking home,
bearing gifts with
wives waiting expectantly
there.
Here is almost
another story.
Lines tell what happened/
soldiers breathed clean
air and
fought for love.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

mission

we walked down the
big hill
and came to
their bamboo grove and,
quietly, we snuck in
and found bamboo
on the ground.
later at my house
we wrapped tape around
our swords and now
we had weapons,
to defend ourselves
the next time
we walked for bamboo.

Friday, September 16, 2011

warmth and invitation

pulled beneath the covers
and slept
my head
to the pillow.
warmed beside piles
of warmer things
none so warm as
that which I
see in my mind;
or as cold as

snow can ever be.



Thursday, September 15, 2011

hoy

a paper lantern
blown in the breeze
seems to float upward
and become that what i
always wanted to be

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

but not that i've

while i stood there intoxicated
looking back toward that
tunnel feeling dizzy.
Grinning running again
reaching a point in a straight
line from.
Turn and run again
flush and godlike.
I see stars above
and below and puzzle
at the that in between
grinning befriending
and fully intending
the bell that our
hundreds of running
sharp turns
to the north
and i can’t remember time
passing or how I-
i know. i know
knowing

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

with violet eyes stepped

up beside me the back of a hand.
down winding river valleys with hands
full of silt across mountain ranges
and peaks navigating turns
that hairpin into oblivion or
crease a thousand times
lines across the back of a hand.
so cool on mountain’s edge
with clouds above ringed in a circle
hung amid blue sky shine
in violet eyes sigh. 


Monday, September 12, 2011

spaces between trees.

classrooms fill up,
empty their students
and empty now
sit by themselves,
meditating on light
and shadows, thinking
of nothing.

I’ll open that
window,
over there,
so the light can
come in, can reflect
in my eyes,
and leave out
the window again.

trees shook with snow.
I desire only
to see their shaken limbs
and to touch their
snowy brow.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Long walks

Your long walks
through the long summer evenings
are growing longer every day
it seems.  You're walking
into the roots and the moss
and the leaves, and if I squint
I could almost believe you'd
gone entirely there, into
the world at the edge of all things,
your hair trailing fiery yellow
behind you, the air of before
still shimmering in the trail you
left sprinkled with silk and spice.

And the river nearby,
that winds its way though the oaky
forest, whose pulse times
all the living in its streaming
wake –it gently flows toward
the setting sun, arms outstretched,
brow bent, as if to say hello
to the ocean it rushes to greet.


Sunday, September 4, 2011

rainy day, lights off all day


drip drip
time slips

i'm ablue one moment,
abliss the next,
in the buoyancy
of intricate memories.

rain drops roll
time stalls

we're drifting on
the world's current,
breathlessly awaiting
its every whimsical thought:

thunder one moment,
sunshine the next.


Saturday, September 3, 2011

apart

I’m led by lightsown smells
into a tempestuous grotto
where shadows in dialect
murmur deceptively, my dream
unfolds again:
our words veer past one another
in a heartbeat,
leaving evaporating clouds
of rainstorm love and fragile moments.