Saturday, April 30, 2011

The sport of things

as if through streets of solid gold
a pinstripe pattern plays on the wall
the trees that line the streets
echo down the way, my eyes
are pinned to the concrete wall,
the moon resting on its silky perch
and everything feels to melt
in this heat- the very free way each car
can pass, the boom boom boom
of a solid speaker, hunting through
the streets one at a time,
ending lives, capping moments off. 

Friday, April 29, 2011

slowtrain underway

that summer
in july the palms
slipped past,
one by one
another.  you took
your time in
electric storms.
To let you savor
thunder i asked
the god of thundering
joy to belt his rhythm
into the night sky.
silvery cloud,
one by one,
wait for us up there

you dream of melting oceans,
of palmy treetops
you embrace
the earth, eat the dirt
and all at once are
born into an extradorinary league
of wonders,
and watch the sun dip down
again each night. 

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Running Scared

The living
that entangles
you and me,
the primeval-
born in
the limitless night-
the sad echo
of the runner
in the valley...
are the beginning
of all things
not told with words.

Names pass
between people-
our stories knot together.
The engine of
the sun and earth
makes time,
which made mountains
its marker:
to guard against the evening
and the vast fleck
of the sky;
to spread the wealth
of the infinite,
to birth
words and numbers.

As warm as
the chords that
still the night,
if I listen to my rhythm,
as constant as
the breathing cave,
if somewhere exists-
if it never begins.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

From Now to Eversummer

not easy to tell the
warmth of our story-

for we made it together-

in long quiet trespasses
in the garden’s scented darkness,
while these restless eyes
pour out your sunshine,

making senseless harmonies
sound serene and quiet and quiet,
long walks that linger late-

on the long dreams of the late night. 

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Palest Shades

on a restless ocean of thought
flying straight through the
night air while striated
streaking clouds slow down
and the sky and sea all of a sudden
lighten considerably to the palest shades.
the circling sun and strange
shallow balance of an antique sea
filled with the awkward
glow of early life. Stopped.
An anchor is a heavy weight to cast
as it is to live
always on a precipice).
traveling past a gate
and finally the promised land our escapade promised
this land to us is arrived.
heaven is dark tonight and her soul is ours
in a bath of perfumes that sit, still, having
put ashore by a garden of verdant grasses
and blossoming trees
that sings sweetly in the dark breeze and
you, here, are truly a thinker,
sweating and thinking in the last hour,
while I am already there,
I am heading on, I am heading up,

Monday, April 25, 2011

Very Appearance

Silent storms,
abandoned by winter,
collect quickly,
snowing treetops
mountains snowed in.
Alone, quick
birds are looking
for food and rain.
Snowing rain
casts a beautiful
shadow for miles.
The iron roof of the world
prideful bursts of

Sunday, April 24, 2011

I bring it on

hiding near the floor
waiting at the door
shows up so clearly
but i can tell you
i nearly fall off the edge.

i bring it on
sometimes, guiding
my eyes to the tree trunk
at the back,
resting all my thoughts
on this glass book.

what will i say?
ill be there
at the juncture of how
and when but
i can breathe for me
and then ill see. 

Saturday, April 23, 2011

lilac beginning

Lilac twinge
Summer’s lantern lowers the sky,
til all autumn’s colors begin and tangle.


Friday, April 22, 2011

camped above the waterfall

Magical rain breaks
and the day elongates.
The spell in my palms
will take this song along
to mountaintop nests and where
feathers are and see there
if they float along,
down mountain stream,
and raft along the river's
wavering course...
apple tasting and
the looks
of an eagle,
a storybook rainstorm,
to be inside
all day with.

Thursday, April 21, 2011


there’s a face
your mask makes,
eyes aimed longingly
toward the sun’s
graceful exit.

whispery smoke floating off
on a frosty morning’s neck.

intoxicate me,
and make me earthbound,
with only your shattering echoing
cry; your perilous rhythms pounding
in my heart...
the stillness that lows at nightfall,
whispering the names escaping from
the creeping darkness beyond
the fire’s fading glow.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011


nea r  e   r   o   r    f     a      r       e      r     ?
we' r  e   l    a   n  e s i n the r o  a   d   d  I  v  i   d   ed
i      n     t     o     s m a l l boxesmade of
scents and subtles
and s u  c   h.  j   u  s t hives and bees; little seas
of creatures you and me; little echoes echo sun?
certain something spinning in the night bright
before b e  g   u    n,n   o  w    u     n    d   o  n e.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

What is light?

for you are no more
than I
an eyeful island’s
careful breath,
when a storm-drenched
heaven meets
palm ends
to end.  The shape
of soul and silence
is fireflies
catching the evening sun.
Moon rises
then day dawns.

Monday, April 18, 2011

To your wild delight

his hands on her hips
the starting sun moved
along the perimeter of every curve
of pear and pomengranate along
the coast of the sea between
rocky promontories,
navigating without caution or care.
Just as the day rose that way
night collapsed in passion
all about it, threw her arms
across the sky,
traced the air currents sung
the notes of the trees of the
ways of living and dying,
everything of blooming and perishing. 


Sunday, April 17, 2011

Embedded in a layer of new plastic

they unrolled me
this morning.
they tell me it
took quite a long time
for me to thaw-
that the circuits nonetheless
fired up right away
and seemed to conform to
the specifications
detailed in the operating manual.
I performed with
typical attention to
the integration of data
into the sublayer,
the resistance of memory,
and the steady maintenance
of virtual life.
I am a machine,
I live for the user. 

Saturday, April 16, 2011


litl drops of honey
bead up;
bed with
mountains and valleys.
honey mountains
hollow out caves of
golden warmth,
hang honey walls
with piles of silk.

Friday, April 15, 2011

four fishes swim

the sea swims thickly
about us;
four fins darting
through swirluous currents,
breaths breathed cleanly,
alongside the shadow
from that big sea cliff,
disguised beneath the water.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

A Pavilion on the river

easily turning time

the nights spell out sways-
long lapping watersongs-velvet-coded darkness-
pools of inky effervescence-
strands of green-colored graceful paper
crinkled up-floating away,
with effortless oneness-
their lightness on the river’s face-
a spidery dance of moonlight
invites the night all over it-
all the winds stir alongside them-
turning in-side-themselves-

its breath catches-
-little stars blink-
the river flows
into a flower again


Wednesday, April 13, 2011

sun on the waves

but teardrop,
velvetlike lips,
hands, palms;
at root level
a long bright
space- a wall
against every change
that descends in the night,
the waves that lap the island,
the hair that touches-
an interval of sway into
the heart clearly
loves the day,
but breathes the night. 

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Nocturne or Equivalent

opened up,
the breakers seizing
and keeping open
that which gushing
toward me
is pure reflex,
embrace of
the ecstatic/inscribed upon

and the infinite
monument, obelisk
toward infinite
dream, staring
in the hushed desert.

Monday, April 11, 2011


I like
lights off,
and windows open.
I’m into
the moods in you,
your open heart
loves, your
green leafy quiets;
their moon-
reflecting edges
which meet in the mind
between the
tidal pools of expecting
and the wilds of
what’s already lost.
I want your
cotton heart in flames
and the
light around
the distant peaks
in your eyes endless.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

light of 8:30

mornings thought is to pour
out heaving gulps or sighs
from heaven- rainy sleety
love from heaven to me this morning.

stepping quickly cross pavement
beckoning on continuously,
to me, stretching on,
beckoning on and reckoning on
the fact I’ll arrive
a lit room preserved
untouched for me.

this they call work
and I labor at words
for you and me.
more for me or more
for you?  I’m not sure but
you understand.