Hurricane Meditation

The augmenting sound of
all of existence unending.

Escalation, the forces that push us together.
Enchantments, intoxications, decipherments
unwritten.  Joy in destruction, sugar tinted song
of night.  Oscurecer, an invitation
to dance.  Olvidar,
the voluptuous shapes of the almond
trees billowing in the wind.

O crescendoing.  To the
undoing of our easy dis
positions, til we tilt
our heads in easy ecstasy,
for I feel a wildness coming on:

razor eyelashes and sun-
burned cheeks.  Bone
necklaces break in the waves.
Your stories are appreciated,
creature, the eyes of winter fade away...

Scatter my light,
I'm still and obedient to my heart.

Won't you come closer?
Honeysuckle making noise in
the mouth of time, canoes rowing out
on my river.  On
your wild plains.
Feverstruck tongue
and I dripped a cave open.

Summoning you in the depths of song.

Partial Return

Sped home on moonbeams crazy miles long
wrapped in smiles that had traveled from
summerstorm to dawn.

Slipping into the city one quiet hour
after another, unraveling
on my balcony,
looking out
over ivy-covered walls,
seeing little whispered stories
unfold, inundated in the untold
spells we'll tell the world~

Ballad Excite

Feral dreams

come over us-

out on the

ranch is desolate-

and stopping,

stopping-

and slowing down.

Slowly, smoothly

bringing the car

to a halt

by the side of

the road.

We’re out of

gas and

the road seems

empty, always

dreaming, always

sleeping, maintaining a

thick blanket

of emotion rawness

to eat, always.

Shellfish and branch of fern

The heaven-weight

of a single stem

seems to bend

beneath me in the sun;

the sunflower’s petals

turning in my eyes

and ears and

one strum of chord

causes the water

to spring from the air,

then return to it.

I’ve got my hands

against your back,

flat and strong it

anchors you in understanding

and resists this sea

of flowers crashing about you.

One Wave

Salt and cloud

overcome the earth.

Wave tips

silver your eyes

which rest

on every movement.

The ocean hangs

by the moon

and keeps time

to the cell and rock

whose existence

only she will record.

As still as one

The moment

among the dusty leaves.

Gentle breeze

touches your evening cheek.

All of time stands out

in the sun,

as if, while

all remains equal,

one leaf flashes then,

another flashing now-

an echo in the summer

ends and echoes again

in the leaves between. 

 

Hundred Horses

a palm full

of white feathers

of what holding

is to his palm

is folding the fingers

carefully about what’s

being held feld

into drops dewing up

up on the tip their nose.

radiating espiralating all

about a given center,

an object clothed

in gold that I see,

sitting,

and winning itself toward heaven,

where spin and air

are not taken

but assumed completely

heaven’s swinging all about

this; trees are shaking

with its crash the twice-more-

overed sound of honey baking

undulating wave tiding, coasting

the coast of sea and running

grass that’s sunning,

I’m drinking water singing

for this water’s

cool

and refreshing.

I’m sipping,

then gulping,

you see