Friday, April 21, 2017

Honey Crisp

In my dream I was eating an apple
where the eggshell was left behind

where you basically told me
you love me it was a Cox Orange

and not Honey Crisp (organic)
in my grip what I could handle

awareness like a coat to shrug off
and on because of all the material

whirl pooling around swans now
so long ago that it will happen

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

The Only Time

It never stands still like they say
So what if the mention of it is redundant
Inside my yawn is a growl so fed it
The plan is for longer than what
That time I almost died felt like a plug
slowly being pulled away from its wall
I was the wall and I was the plug
Nothing now is remotely like that
the only time I think of this
is you know where it begins with M
It is a hanging floor or a balcony
of sorts that is my understanding

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Easter Darkness

Easter came and went
Monday and Tuesday were also
Easter even though it was over
it will never be over that Easter
lingering in the dark

The girl in that get-up
so like me and her sister also
all girls on Easter plus the baskets

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Easter Lightning

Easter lightning just in from the dark
just beside rain and its sheets
Slicing away the curtain
from the pane so the Flowers of Easter
Glow more and become more
or less what happened
the past hours during your nap
dreams of freshly mown grass

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Oh The Memories

I remember that curly Easter
just slightly surreal

a fantastic wind up from Hawi
taking us to round to Kona
guests of the snow queen
and her tilting domain

mangoes littering the curves
and aloe overgrown at the beach park

I remember the jacaranda
resting on fences
just before you get to the art



Friday, April 14, 2017

To My Far Off Love

You could not be any closer
but the windowsill waits
for daybreak for midnight dust
all the stars flattening

Because there is no container
large enough for this coincidence
an ebony horse chases an alligator
up a short slope its body not like
a horse at all but like a drawing
of a horse the caption reads:
horses do not like reptiles

But I love you my belly my hooves
through grasses along the bank
where am I crawling
where am I nearly
both and nothing






Thursday, April 13, 2017

Under The Trance Of The Insects

But they did not could not understand
my language and theirs almost chemical
mechanical adjustments staring
dust sweat in the dim faulty overhead
Fluorescence

mezzanine not the one I thought
the real one the true one
that traps you blind

Days hours heartwrenching minutes
before break and the welcome sight
Of the vending machine