Saturday, August 19, 2017

The Cream And The Tartar

Yes, that archaic manifesto so what if there are so many other spices I won't ignore them quite but of course I know what's best for the mix

Friday, August 18, 2017

No Dream But

Waiting for the sky to darken for the sun to be absent like how time is in poetry how it does and it doesn't matter anymore except for those few minutes turning into hours years days sucking up the numbers maybe even scolding the other thoughts away away from here

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

I Left My Heart In SFO

Cris cross humidity thrift store dress in lemon mauve and grey. My poetry addiction running wild. Magazine featuring Missoula and the M and Mt. Jumbo and the lake a scrap of which can be felt so near the Clark Fork.

The Blackberries

Her face in them. The blackberries by the tracks. Train moaning by. Roaring and clicking. Metal. We pick them every year only not here. See the places when we were little they were so big and now look the spaces have grown over by the pears.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Spider Star

They walk around nothing happening peace is an action an escape to another floor where all life is living Here is my mind then what threat a problem we need to solve so don't bring the war back to the home turf for no other reason than more war from all the wars

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Life Seeming

Their lives and mine seeming so much more than what was at the table this and that and poems talking about what was left out and left away if that is even possible the best will be happening soon feeling inside the rest of time how many months now or will it be days this emptiness is the universe they say it in the books I whisper it inside his ear am I being heard at all

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Downfall

Was poetry involved now seen emerging from the rubble-- alcoves and carts flowers and their fruit. I wondered about the table lost under dust mangled discarded but then there are others life can be long too