...about face...

there is a conversation

here and just

the words have

missed the medium

or taken the wrong

canvas through

the forced actions

of the fools we are

and the books

we face

...wondrous...

with this inundation

and welcomed overflow:

the beach-side-shows

stadium oversells

packed dirty loud clubs

one wonders

when will it stop

being wondrous

but is not worried

...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

...no bodies...

nobody

awaits

the

call: Nobody

sending

one

in: No body

there

but

a

tone

...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

...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.

...June 27, 2009...

I love to see

the both of you

smile really

really smile

(for Colin & Carolyn)

...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?

...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.

...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.

...upstream...

being able

to swim again

means being able

to dance again 

and again until 

it looks like

I was swimming

not dancing

       again

...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

...new and old...

youth is the detractor

at this event and building

                              space out of lack there of

is a surreal art    age is a generator

something that cannot 

be machined into the archways

or coined/carved into familiar styles

any more than the black

gum that becomes black 

cobble along the hallways 

brand new and somehow distant

corridors throughout

a new chapter in this architecture

this young grass 

handsomely groomed paths

glistening windows

here you are not what

we thought you'd be,

    your better and that is

a shame because we shouldn't

have given up

just yet

...recharge...

inked into wavering

lines of blue sky

twining the night's sun

setting through stillness

they forget

that each change

in the shuffle of songs

sets the sun a little

lower lower

than the sky can show

before the orbit

finishes or the battery

loses all of its energy

until the next day

...flat, low-light...

the mild detest

of a priority escape

means that one

can never reach

the ground they

are tip-toeing on;

these four walls

repress any further

vision (or delusion

I estimate)

of truly escaping

and becoming

whole again

with pockets

and book-bindings

fully intact,

wallets and check

sleeves fittingly

available, next

to the fridge door

in the flat, low-light

of the oven-top lid.

...reaction...

the trigger in the clam

shell that shuts it suddenly

the sand granule in the eye

at the beach

the last little bit of popcorn

kernel stuck in the bridgework

the last straw or the wooden

bowl with crack allowing

the soup to stain the table

again and again

You always can react

to the fact that you will 

have to have a reaction

...single seconds...

*

he wanted to know

why he couldn't find

himself a fitting enough

bed realizing it was

actually the blanket

all along

*

he hoped that your eye

gets better and that

his mind finds itself

with that very same

hope of self improvement

*

the first songs of spring

are not bird songs

he said

they are really catchy,

from ice cream trucks,

that repetitious song

*

"Occasional Thoughts"

you can kiss my ass, but

then, I am a gentle man,

so you can kiss anything you

want to      but no marriage

                    ---Robin Blaser (1925-2009)

...weather girl...

I wanna be your local weather

girl tell you the temperature

that the day is running 

and the barometric indicators

in your knees and behind

your eyes;  I want you to be

my local Chinese delivery 

so that I can ask you

for more chili oil and tea

so that I can ask you 

what your family is like

when they sit around

the restaurant, dreaming

about the string bean's recipe;

I want you to be the local

pharmacy's delivery

so you can put me to sleep

later tonight, after we

finish the leftover Chinese,

and the rain has slowed.

...sun honey...

glad you should bee

little one stump side

jumping funny little bug

when the lights are so bright

the birds know they

are being watched

glaring sun with one wing

lucky to be in flight

a risk in the heat 

of the brightest path

get away with it

away with it

you go weathering

along today