Thursday, May 28, 2015

notes for pieces

There is this fragment
that wants torn love in this house
clapboards birch bone bare
shuttered windows of flag and fabric

cinatown cadillac
beeswax vapors
be gentle
show mercy

table of chance and crackers
pop pop popping
felted dreams and stories 
drawn from old quilts and trolls
wonderland lined
weighted with want and hours
pop pop popping
light upon black need

ease joy bliss

sometimes the sounds that call us home are not melodious


note











once dreamt of arms sure of the embrace of arms
sure of self shining fast
down hallways varnished with peonies
brair'd in spring's promise unfolding
in
this
blue
day
is winter's prose of farewell
find
me
in
full light 

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

after



thin blue line 
upon a yellow field 
aimless 
enchanted 
sorrow 
tucked 
deep 
pain's resonating rhythm 
tethered to the bending 
thin 
blue 
line 
pulsing joy 
traced in the rise 
of 
birdsong
pressed 
to 
morning 



Monday, May 11, 2015

passenger

saw grass leaned south-east from
north-westerly winds unrelenting 
gray clouds thunder swollen 
smell of rain rising 
storm pending 


Tuesday, May 5, 2015

chrysos anthos melting . .











i can hear the slight
electric-buzz-rumbling of blood pulsing steadily past the
the petrified tautness of whatever the hell that muscle is called ...
ears thrumming
thrumming
in this black quiet train-whistle-of-a-night
40% chance of something coming down ....
while
 i

stand          here

desiring

melt
an all-system-shut-down-melt
an isabella chrysanthemum melt
puddled there beneath these mock legs
petaling out towards light & rest
tendrils of something smelling of rain & destiny sweep past my focus
as
i
dream
of
melt
surrendered acceptance
if your arms encircled me now, would my body respond ?
is this calling weariness but a memory of you
riding the storm cusp
closing eyes ....
breathing slows and time wavers in lines of mint amethyst
pulse slows
and
i
require
melt ::

magic-fingers-motel-bed-melt cotton-mouthed-wet-orgasic-gasping-melt
holding your hand melt sunshine-melt blazing fire & jamieson melt
a moonlight-knowing-melt

yes
there is no such thing as mistake
there is no control here, only release & forgiveness
untie the bandage & open wide arms . .
melt into story ...
flowered blossom thunder
and
a 40% chance of something coming down

Friday, May 1, 2015

Lament to the passing cow






cattle truck passing
on a late afternoon
east of somewhere 
one brief silver moment passing
eye to eye with a bovine soul
whose fate is sealed with in a midwest tomb 
fortunes casting
knowing lies in those brown windows patches
knowing captivity & pain
solace laces across the divide
empathy waves thru the grain
go with my knowing kindred beast
go with Spring's warmth easing your bones
your eyes are a kind & gentle reminder
that Gaia's love will see you to home