Thursday, July 16, 2009

...vaporous...

the thickness

of water

in the air

finally your summer

of old returns

and the scintillated brows

glistening off

of all the people

in the park

shimmer

like we knew they would-

this is the air

we are used to

Sunday, July 12, 2009

...no bodies...

nobody

awaits

the

call: Nobody

sending

one

in: No body

there

but

a

tone

Friday, July 10, 2009

...there...

prayer go home

we say stay stay

up with us but

pray to go home

divide the road

punish the earnest

reward the servant

take a swing

there prayer boy

there there

Thursday, July 09, 2009

...forty ahead...

the woodblock

carved in forty year

fields, their home base,

familial food familiar

with legacy of discarded

wealth, the pursuit

of it, the hotel

torn down

sleeping in what

we have to,

pillowing whatever

we can.

Monday, June 29, 2009

...June 27, 2009...

I love to see

the both of you

smile really

really smile


(for Colin & Carolyn)

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

...unseen...

what is it about

sinew and muscle

meat and fiber

that makes it

cling the bone

so tight that it cannot

perform its duty?

Sunday, June 14, 2009

...cover charge...

here we go go go go

the illuminations in style

the allure of an edge

in the single/double stitch

debate or climate

or the ornamentation

in covering your neck

the delicacy of a chin

the masking of eyes

slight lip snarl

snarl slight smile

tip of the hat

wage of the digger

going to bed

with a good humor

is elemental

in a sleep's soundness

laughing into

a nightscape.

Friday, June 05, 2009

...habits...

Old habits don't die

at all they just itch

underneath the surface

looking for that sensation

all over again. We've

made a habit of oxygen.

You've made a choice

about the molecules.

Our feet both agree.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

...upstream...

being able

to swim again

means being able

to dance again 

and again until 

it looks like

I was swimming

not dancing

       again

Thursday, May 28, 2009

...abbatoir..

mean errant bull

won't you ride with us

trot away from

the streets though

your urge is to

run through them

into them and reddened

by them