Tuesday, June 26, 2012

pressing on without flinging
anything
I plead with my high mind
the product of full life and
fertile times
moon drops from ass and ear
have lit the night
and stiffly I have seen
the future by their light
tomorrow formality gets its
blessing
all i see clearly is my sweet
heart
I seem to dream at waking times
to swing suspended yes or no
to dream of satisfaction on
a pillow,in repose

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Mt futility and the wisp of hope
are swallowed by the saint who walks down the road of water.
the sad little garden that cost me so dear, won from total barrenness
and regal Justice raises her standard
I must wait a minute
for the love letter to arrive
my mind will be clear of clouds
the soul of time is in my house
to bend and bow
(I hope and fear)
to work with the warp and waft of the world

Friday, May 4, 2012

Hell came flying

the load of blast
hell is so fast
hell is so slow
held in hells hand
handed over to hell

How Heaven hovers
that is the float motion
the strawberry buoyancy
the buoyancy ocean
of potent love potion
of dust moats in light beams
I came apart
into flocks
that flew to and fro
that is the symmetry
that interests me
whenever I wonder
how high is heaven?

Sunday, August 21, 2011

When the stern mind turns to comfort children
they wait arrayed in bundles of finery.
The wheeled roots are beauty and the look.
When born in a whirl of maps and pencils,
your only hope is arrival
the knowing women,
the magician who burned down the bush
escape and silence
clarity with
camaraderie
and the faithful dog
of the free man





Monday, July 25, 2011

the body at ease. leaned. the woman in a pen. All this and more shied away by glances of perfect perfume. As daltons of paragraphs collapse, damned by the tendency to repeat myself.I slam. but easy slam. round about what the eyes were surrounded by. what I mean by slam is am.lotus in the onus. winded in gasps. a relic of what is grasped.Mother, we chose the same chinese wallpaper. petted and petted and petted and stroked, it was an unlovable dog. good god. the worst named thing is jellyfish, which should be called AngelGod. The spirals and coils that delight profoundly regardless of the sting. Swat at the distracting,darling- I am distracted by that. The juggernaut made a thousand swats.The hands shaped like how they cup the face.While I twine, lovers dine. My fate is to be a pool.Wind, relax my strap. Lover, my bossy harmless. I entreat in perks.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

dull teeth
the curse of a wife
compressed in lead
a single mate
ever imperiled
risked
by exiles
sharpened to exhaustion
and left
both scalded and poisoned
in a bed

Monday, May 2, 2011

Fortitude
aching the back
eventually
is prodded
by serene plenty.

Once you were
a girl about town
with piles of jewels,
the romance
of an uncomfortable
voyage,
and the future
as beloved
Queen.

Then all you were
was the sun
not speaking
plainly enough,
unsure
of well being
and bringing
a circle
to certainty.