Monday, September 30, 2013

Olden Thesis

Not new but newish best describes
the idea of it I'm not quite sure if
that's what you meant with all the layers
my thoughts are negative that way
but interesting what was uncovered
people slept on what else to do
during a disaster that's where I'd be
curled up thinking up until the last
of you and your ways how to understand
even the edges and the gifts I saw
for a short time in all that dusty jumble.

I could go there I mean to that place
and live there and dig or watch it dug.
What would I understand? Would it be
what I had always wanted thought about?
Would I understand myself and everyone
better or would it just be another scene
of spirits lurking around missing everyone
everything they worked so hard to notice
get noticed loved examined off the hook.

Friday, September 27, 2013

The Egg Between Us

Holds a frozen potion
no rust in a frozen land
something inside
a cracked idea
spills around itself
circles close moon
did not see it all
eyes expected flat
got multi instead.


It was sad about the lost data but not all of it was useful
who am I to say except I am responsible for my part
fake numbers set out in rows meaningless decisions
by others at the reins from the top down.  I rode along
guilty of the crime creating more and more nowhere
large enough to put all output there will be more endless
more ideas it led to that point history gutted bombed burnt.

Thursday, September 26, 2013


Then surfaces appear
become past real soggy
milder than it was not photographic
partly real no shadow going the distance
slips between here and there overnight
when nobody was looking nobody checking
but breath from sky stars wave of night.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Main Idea

Down main street the news
rattles in an old car once shiny
not so long ago some kept up
their vehicles that now roll
slowly in a parade to show
how it was so dusty even then
things got old forgotten
but their faces stayed new
young working tired on a break.

Sunday, September 22, 2013


Tried to interpret the language
butterflies doors branches
masks on and off what could
be heard from far off
translated given more time
present moment clouds or land
out beyond collapsed Picasso sense
crude sun dial stuck in the estuary
with bright idea billowing. 

That's you.  Me I am
five post meridian weep.
I'm supposed to look beyond
remember the figure that waved
almost to Kalamata especially
that moment out in a wild field
supposed to report on it
before the next station.

Friday, September 20, 2013

Short Short

Answer any signal
not provided for
short short
short short short short
long long short long
arms legs wrists
whole personalities
there in between blossoms
middle of grey breathing
edge of loneliness times two.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013


Was that a poem or was it my sphere
emptied out growing
wonder what it was called anyhow
change for some for others
an investment in layers
cloud layers
cloud by cloud
a little house
a creamy dog.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Hooky Alibi

Clouds carry flat grey underbellies
across green volcanic wet
over to large drugged cruise ships
move dream cargo through what could be
heaven to some to others an idea
round and round until pitch dark
until a white neon orb blinks
secret light everybody can finally see
only it is a little dim a little uneven
shore rocky black sharp with cliffs
molten earth blood manufacturing
what tiny cameras can't quite catch.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Week of the Moon

There was something about this moon
its duskiness same sort of walk
evening dust weaker magic
what we seek while joining
a pair a team pulling time
out of our memories what
is leftover I try to fence in
water or nurture into a garden
change is something I saw later
I am here for you here you are.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

No Rest For The Sweaty

For the ruffled for the soaring
present beauty soothes what burned
before wings in air integrity sooty
ashy above the shack of lies
ramshackle institution where
sometimes you hear aloha
but more often it's fuck that is
cognitive development
a necessary step in it they say.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Make Me Believe

The data frightened me
jumbled on the sheets
rows and rows of numbers
phony if you thought about it
a little too much weight
in between the in between
far from Earth kicking up-dust
bothering some other time-space
where nobody cares nobody lives
to see the greedy greedy fingers
grasping for life for blood for time
away from teachers their little desks
rusty now spiders crawling over papers
fear in their voices the intercom the email
fear of the data and what it means what it
could do threatening in the strange realm
make believe make do make mistakes.

Monday, September 9, 2013

If I Could Do It

The data was blue or light blue
swollen river post it notes
cherry juice all wrong
in the mini-fridge
data far far away
it did not remember
anything else that conformed
developing something else
what else my generation
role models scattered
missing persons call out
now there is the space
for it still in front of the bank.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Multiply Then Divide

There was something secret about the data.
It wasn't in the numbers, exactly, but instead
in the vague notion that the numbers were
a hungry monstrosity hungry for victims.
The victims ran into the millions, billions even.
Yeah, I saw the movie just in case I needed
a bibliography a reference or two for the thesis.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Press Submit

The data was fresh warm
despite Bloom's Taxonomy
that shrill hierarchy drooping by five
perfect body mask facts phrases lies
support for everything imaginary
so unnaturally dull missing the point
maybe shredding all that data in haste
was just too much to bear
let's just say my alter ego
my spirit animal wearing shoes
typed out a letter to my superiors
signed Chief Executive Officer
here in my cave of results production
wind tunnel vacuum chamber calibrations.

Friday, September 6, 2013


Remember the shelter
from language rain
use of force unknown
invite me in there
honey much cooler
even without the fan
to live inside one of those
burdens well that's about
all I accomplished
far from Colorado.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Beyond Pyramids

I studied there became time
data hung like bats only it did not make sense
even in the hairy night of my experiment
flying out to look for more minutiae
only language itself could see.  They cheered
pulled it off spoke smilingly at the meeting
I knew then about each stone in its place
each breath cold and crisp my room
romantic wavering it all added up
nothing was squared nothing certain
thank god for my tinkering with curves
pods and capsules.  Ramps.  Etchings.
That is the map of me.  Roll it up unfolded.
Use it for soapstone for stoplight fricatives.