Saturday, March 30, 2013


Rich art artists
had more than
ketchup between
saltines in long ago
swampy Empire.

Friday, March 29, 2013

Relax Curly Easter**only slightly surreal

Funny how
you can
hang around
laugh like that
beyond when we said
yes I know modest swirl
last tip toe around
the mood of North Korea.
I studied the blossoms
their hairy openings
heard about the others
scent color shape whispers
not forgotten yet not drunk
on a past a past
that you describe the edge of.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

PP & J

Out across there is a cone
called Lone Cone
way out from the green
table of sage and burnt juniper
burnt piƱon pine and Ponderosa.
You can see it from here
also from Black Canyon
but not when you're in Grand Gulch
for instance where the sand is wet
and there was that vision.
See it?  What they saw?  Looking
at you now standing around
their complex irrigation system.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Spring Break

A place of puny lettering
the most simple words
could not be written
but botched mangled
again and again
the three-legged dog
could do better
the Icelandic pony
this was funny
up to a certain point
like math the years
but words do add up
youngish any which way
they're figured.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Take A Seat

Over there it sits
without a ticket
the past so-called
in the mind of words
the knock of it jealous
the kiss of it gone she is
yourself but isn't this pain
broken open by beauty
of that cloud.  You can say
you were there too
always and beautiful night
stars twinkling Big Bear
little bear integrity.  Green
water more than you thought.

Monday, March 25, 2013

Suit Up

And show up
as they say round the circles
somewhere off that avenue
the view of the ferry? something?
the call to earn the pride in little
of it  not lasting  past the Space Needle
I wandered around there once
when I met Hank and saw
where he worked in an office
with an espresso machine
in full view of the enormous grey
we walked to a cafe where I was hated
he had moved on after all my hair like Cher's
he said but blond my clothes not grungy enough
but too tight there in the wet Northwest
in between digging down in the old ash
my inner compass pointed past Missoula
to Tina's closet of Hawaiian shirts
I was forever uncouth my animals forever
Boulder forever Eugene forever Umpqua
a dry dream a volcanic investigation
on file a report for the boss who never quit
even with tons of down time and no commute.

Friday, March 22, 2013

So Activity

A familiar name
across the radio
said by a familiar voice
quite national
while gazing
oil change reminder--
hanging there
above the road
it all clicks into place
or nearly appears so
with darkening skies
the warm pond crowded
where a man named Will
introduced himself and said
he didn't get my name. I said
that was OK I was swimming
looking at the trees above
to find my way along the edge
to not get lost
in the back and forth.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Alchemical State Of Things

In their alchemical state
no separation of church and state
the sheets expose something quite

magical the naming of the state
before and after
much like
another whip up
the daring an energy.  It blazes
there like the teacher
what took place
exactly not quiet at all
not resting with the rest
but quite demanding of it.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Something New

It is not too difficult to love 
beyond the mish mash

but I did
I do look
to find
a place

beneath the frame
of a bleak landscape
crossed by green elephants
where we walk

Never has the last frontier
been so extreme
my mind your mind
oh the jeopardy
pacing balancing
in the drizzle of safe. 

Friday, March 15, 2013

Grudge Against The Standards

I began to have a pretty heavy grudge against the standards.  They controlled my life pretty immensely. I had to show them who was boss, much like the guy in Dog Whisperer.  The only thing was this--somehow, whispering for them to go away wasn't enough and ignoring them didn't help, either.  I wished for another chance to have them be at my mercy instead of me being dragged around more of their unrelenting interpretations.

One standard circled round and around.  It had been special ordered from the Southern Hemisphere, thus, the impulse to go counter-clockwise, or was it clockwise?  Another, well, some had found out that it had been shipped from so far away.  A cute bow clipped onto its mane did not help the situation.

One kept biting viciously.  I guess it is good when they don't get ahead of you so then they know who is in charge.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

The New Journalism

Of course your shadow appears there.
It always has anyway.
Of course it has come to this.
You enter the world of nonsense
beyond the access.  There are
two worlds.  One is on Waimanalo Beach
one is everywhere else.
There is a certain confidence
about that.  Joan Didion or no
Joan Didion.

There is no instant place for you
an instance for instance when
it seems to match up.  Stabbing
away at things will bring
some blood and then death.
Bandaging the wounds indicate
a sign and not quite a symbol.

Monday, March 11, 2013

Outlined And Unexpected

Everything is bigger and older
than you think.  Across
from Rabbit Island
some combers
crawl the bay all glassy
horizon cobalt
a line like in paintings.
Mokapu. Makapuu.
Sugar washing itself.
The effort of the planet
stops and starts here.
Password:  sublime.
Our relationship
still lively still the moon
in a small painting
one where I walk into you.
Women rest on the bank
of a river with gold and pink.
Is it the same woman three times?

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Beautiful View

That's how it is
better by the minute
an incredible hanging on
that won't wait.

Forever Grape *warning! super surreal

Inky night its trees
they know the clouds
and wait for them beside
the atoll the monument.

It is a silk a satin
mulberry the landscape
wears in and out of season.

You gave it all
 I am now forever grape.

This is what it says
if it could speak.

The conversation
a perfect tomb
that saves
forever as a tiny

tomorrow married to today
where it is popular to visit
then become nostalgic
and miss and miss it
like greed like the sea
when on land and land
when out to sea.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Past Future Tense

It is all said to happen
in here.  But it is out there.
It is a matter of time.
Language filling in.  I look
at you from the past
the future bend caught
with my life in my hands.
A minute--
Bill and Melinda be damned
there, on the bridge of the ship
walking across to another world.
The droopy moon.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Yes Them That

Each little agenda
in retrospect

did not match
anything else but lit

the daring, the daring!
with names

I love the old spots

funny how it wasn't funny
but in any language

beyond what is 
mostly thought about.

A funny poetry
a shim sham

spin it round and round
lovesick seasick.

He never really had her
he would always miss her.

We saw she wasn't
exactly there.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Change: A Detail

for the pocket the wallet
the warm place protected.

that is brushed
all dusty static. 

of promises creased

a badge
that shows though
in random worn places.

and such so and so
surround that difficult spot.

Friday, March 1, 2013

Besides This

besides that ladder
of white lilies
right out in front

I fell for the brother.
It wasn't far, this falling.
A surprise when I hit
the ground running to realize
I had fallen in love.

They say you can study your face
in the mirror (a la Plath)
and see your ancestors gathered.
I look for you.  I look
for you.  To you I look.

Cheekbones from Switzerland cow
herders and farther away
reindeer lips forehead atlas
of the north.  Short space
certain maps.  Wheat
its fields never alone.