Friday, July 21, 2017

Lost, What Use


I got lost in the sun in its ideas
they disappeared by night
crawled into corners
legs weaving silken strangeness

looking so dense but so light
so medicinal

I've heard their cities crumbling
with a single swipe of the broom
then the moping up
emotion spilling into the future
escaping arrest abandoning the stone

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Actually

There was more to it.
Hours spent with styrofoam and plaster.
First the broom then the mop. I pushed the cart
over the plastic

trying not to rip it. But I saw a wrinkle
that expanded. My oh my. Hours
if my life if I can stand up to it.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Go Ahead

It means something to be counted.
At least you are part of the count.
Before you realized it didn't matter.
They were going to bomb you anyway.
No matter that you did not consider yourself
part of their war in that random location.

Nothing except the killing rubble
and all the busy chaotic molecules
breaking solids apart all of them
and not considering liquid at all.

I hear your screaming inside me
all the way down you are not alone
please know you are loved so far away.


Monday, July 17, 2017

Sign

There won't be time to sign in.
You've had your chemicals
your feelings
sweet moments
thought help
was on the way.

All this waiting
this enduring
and the others shouting.

It wasn't at you
all along
but at the sky
telling you to look

look out
those aren't stars
not far enough.


Saturday, July 15, 2017

Clash Of The Custodians

Our culture are not the same.
You said it in a whisper.
Leave the window open.
That spider I killed was the one.
They caught me when I wasn't working.
My sleep will wait another day.
Just forget I ever said that.
There is nobody here you can trust.
They throw their trash on the ground.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Going By

You'll see five years will go by fast
before you know it
come to sense its trees and flowers
in the forest under a thick layer
and there is a little cave of intentions
will they become full grown
with a full winter's coat?

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Not As Sweet

Could you try
not as sweet
still crunchy
as fresh
wholesome all-grain

would eat
the whole sail
would buy it out
would steer clear


Monday, July 10, 2017

Mystery In The Mystery

It was obvious was it not
really clear there it was
inside the plain fact
not even hiding
in the leaves and vines

all the dust above the mirror
there it was or was it wiped
away when things were said
and done was it another look

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Forgotten

They somehow forgot
their bras

left them at home
for the Fair
out in the countryside

Some also their pants
most meannesses
all those feathers
wings antlers rocks

and silk

singin' 'bout the places
almost lost

singin' that soft anger
into the leaves into breezes

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Finding It

I kept finding myself in Xanadu
even though I looked at the map
there were curves leading there
from all other curves in the dust
past the caravan and blue moon
I wanted more water more time
to remember it smaller and cooler
in the posters with peaches and vines

we're all up together in defense
and there it is without pretense
the human body in all its glory
skirted flounced never setting
but rising to leafy treading
round and round the paths
I'm trying so hard to memorize
their faces still from last year

Thursday, July 6, 2017

What Is It

About life about the bowl
cherries spinach leaves
chocolate coffee green beans
bread and the sweet pepper

sauce getting in the mix
I did not imagine being alone
at the Country Fair but what
better disguise at this late hour

thinking about the watermelon
still in the fridge waiting unopened

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Mystery At The Country Fair


Noises are far
too close. I forgot
what I was going to say.
Did you need your ticket
after all or the pie
Climb aboard the future
It is a human chain
with drums rainbow
multiplying
Each word searching
for the sconce

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Life Is A Loaded Sconce


Between third and fourth there is a crack
in the sconce but I have kept it a secret
even though I might be blamed it wasn't me
it wasn't I think it was our leader who did it

I watched him from the stairwell
from way above up in a corner I was a spider
spying on his hair his jowl his ugly shoes
waiting for him to fall somehow but the railing
was there and caught him in time that is
what it is for after all isn't it

plus the sconce showing him
a thing or two with its jagged pieces

things will never be the same
that much is sure as the bombs
fallen all over the world
can never be taken back
put back into their casings
planes and platforms

I will report it over and over
what  needs mending

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Love Me Love My Sconce

Planted parsley
regular and also French
inside the old tire with its nail
placed beside the dahlia
years ago I lost my ring from Finland
the one Seija gave me from her class
and there it was just sitting by a tomato

If you don't believe in miracles
then you should really change
because now you have proof
every little thing will find its way
and I mean before and after

Last night I watched the famous chef
walk around in gardens in your neighborhood
checking on strawberries and peaches
slicing them open and arranging things
that is life a lot of the time wishing for

The great thing about here is the cloud cover
from the ocean of course and you have it too--

tonight I'll be back with my sconces
gazing at their serene faces
I won't ask them for anything
because that is what I already have


Friday, June 30, 2017

Sconce By Any Other Name

I looked again at them during the day.
The small stairwell (interior) had new ones
and the one (attached) on Franklin
took no prisoners.

I lost count. Three. Four. Six.
Did it matter now that I was free
breathing in the sleek millrace air
at six-thirty in the morning.

I understand his choice.
All the focusing on relationships.
But it is not for me. I would rather clean.
Just plain and simple. Isn't that allowed?

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Sconces Of Hope

The sconce held my future
in its bright hand so-to-speak
that blank look

this is what
 I have been cleaning
for an hour
fresh stack of Brawny

spider webs their savings
gnats sitting pretty
wouldn't you know
right up against the wall

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Alone Not Lonely

The turkeys creep along
out back their Quiet callings
in the grass so silent no wind
he does not like storms
but I still trust him.
The Butte is cool only 70s
today and climbing.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Buzz On The Mezz

There was some commotion last night which everyone calls day but anyway I could not quite get the gist of what was being said because I was busy hauling up the vacuum with the big head up the stairs to the mezzanine. It did need a little going over and later I heard what's her name gossiping about that conversation it must be about the new hire from Montana but you can see it is never that boring in the middle of the night and what is with the smudges on the glass going out to the doghouse anyway.

Friday, June 23, 2017

Probably My Body

A pair of Jays at the feeder
their cries most familiar
and the oily seeds
are so easy to get
in the half shade
of the the apartment
just beyond the train
in the middle of town
my dreams are of corners
the impossible mezzanine.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Back On

They decided to put me back on the mezzanine.
There was a book in the trash
about the artist and his mural making.
I saved it for later
remembered the lamp
edge of the abyss
Knight Law
just another nightmare
carpeted also slate tiles
so slick so shimmering

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

The Refusal The Stay


I have imagined the magic
he said she said
different
from what will occur
sometime soon I remember
will jot it down
for old times sake
as I run around
these places
looking at the poetry
and finding
nothing there
but pain

Remind me please
why I am here

The tales wander
they half refuse

to be caught
to stay







Monday, June 19, 2017

Lessons Of The Slump

They were oblique
but the lessons
told me nothing
I needed to know.
Now I look
at its caving-in

all the rushing
I would miss

begging on my knees
my ankles rolling
under my breath
could it be
I am still mistaking
everything still

rubble and grasses
nowhere to pick
a way past
jumping into
mad betrayed
landscape








Sunday, June 18, 2017

The Whisper

It went around the world
in no time
no mirrors no places
I wondered aloud
the swishing seemed
to reach his ears
although I couldn't say
how much I love
so closed appearing
yes I'm living
same place
feeling
with
at

Friday, June 16, 2017

In Person

This day is in person
so personal so-to-speak
all in my head. I wondered
for so long about the valley.
Each in its place.
So each valley
missing each location.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

All Good Things

Too soon too late it is late
soon gone this late feeling
all good things ending

Fragments be damned!
They are my blessings.

Home with me
pieces of home
where will you go
now is all lost--

will not say will not
speak my fragments
use your partial words

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Tumbled

Words tumbled down
from high above
dust I could not reach
even with the duster
wrapped in Bounty

Suppose I had enough
would I sleep now
just in case
the answer
obvious

We keep track
but do not say
I tasted something off
but kept quiet
let them scrub off
scuff marks on the doors

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Tuesday

Tuesday brings flowers
heads drooping into cool
along with the medicine
thrown away into the trash

What speaks to me
other than those coins
a glass eye found

inside the cushions
of the easy chair

all the cookie crumbs
I did not eat

chips and paper plates
slipping down and away

Monday, June 12, 2017

Any News

About the shirt about the cuff
it's itching and a swim in the pool
will it be the defining moment
my life and it's flashing by
she said she liked fishing
I wanted him to cut his hair
they won't be attending
isn't this usually the case
won't this be regular now

Sunday, June 11, 2017

The Extent Of It

A rash keeps time
or it could go away
just in time
for the ceremony
sun too hot
sheets too warm
it is another day
inside the rest

This story too cold
leaving no traces
about where

At least you got this far
and the distance
was so near




Saturday, June 10, 2017

O So Boring

forgot to sleep
forgot to eat
it was so boring
to live with these (words)


changing my life
into Technicolor (scenes)
you could almost say
were real (life)


back to the cave
one more time
dragging my feet
there is dirt
under my nails


digging in
to the nitty grit


not for a day
but for a life







Friday, June 9, 2017

This Night

This night will be lighter and brighter
than ever even with the cloud and all
what is happening down on ground level

preparing nobody and no one
so wouldn't ya know under oath
riveting work after all in a day

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

About The Berries

Let's talk about the berries
and why not

Because everything else
is missing

So moving on to more
about you

What say we mention
ice cream

The table wobbling
slightly

Feng shui and all
here

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

The Chowder At The Inn

The inn had chowder
it was packed
with salt
from long ago.
The chowder
sat inside
her stomach
growling
ever so slightly.
I know there
is not supposed
to be ly in here
but you only live
once.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Days Spent

Wondering how and why.
It should not be like this
but it is and the town rallied
swirling round every corner
one into another and so on.
Almost there she thought
and somehow it was magic
the way everything flowed
did she actually say that
in between all the looking.

Friday, June 2, 2017

Time Caught

Time caught up with me
in a purple way.
It began with my hair
I knew to avoid orange
a lesson learned too late.
The whole business
the mezzanine the switch
all of it was put on hold
and my attitude
would not change
no matter what.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Mezzanine Past

They were thinking
of putting me back
on the Mezzanine
but I knew there were
unknown challenges
that grew
during my absence.
I could not bother
with all the details.
Knight Law had taken
more than it ever gave.
Would the Mezzanine
accept this even now
and excuse me
forgiving my digression?

Monday, May 29, 2017

The Tree And Its Lightning


What else is needed
a tree and its roots
suddenly illuminated
up in the sky mirror.

The anticipation crackling
branching in a thousand ways
none finding ground
everything frying so bright.

Isn't this an old story
the apartment too small
not large enough
to contain our ideas.

So what has folded up
in between the daytime
in the way of wings
this poem is sleeping.



Sunday, May 28, 2017

Parked

Out in the back
three weeks
the old dog sitter
has been parked
by the barn
his parents dead
nowhere to go
maybe an older couple
would take him in
not here
not old enough

yet there will be
the second coming
any decade now
just wait for it
it will be so awesome
all the rejoicing
just you wait and see


Thursday, May 25, 2017

Watershed

They begged for hotdogs
at the food meeting
and I reluctantly said yes
to the dogs their toppings
even put out ice cream
so many flavors
nobody ate it really.

I put aside
the home made cobblers
all the lasagne and salad
up at the watershed
trying too hard to please
just like I always do.

The weekends were silent
just me and Aries
Arapahoe Glacier
Aries jumping
into the open window
at midnight
giving me
a heart attack.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Little Corner

That little corner
little tiled corner
so hard to reach
even with the Bounty

There's always 65
and a white rag

So now you know
my problem
at midnight
or thereabouts

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

With No Say

Her shoes pinched
The dust waited
Corners grew
Into hallways
Door jambs
Urinals
Their tiles

It was the same feeling
Reaching down
To pick up the lint
Its contours not alluring
With nothing to say

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Rabbit Island

Manana please come home
to shore and stop the delay
out there beyond the break
yes we see how you float
no effort just light and dark

picking up all the salt
washing my open neck
riding to the village
the night landing spot
jutting out meeting there

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Well Flower

Well flower
Nice to see you
Up close in person
Your color seems to bleed
Right into the sun
After a day of complexities
Mourning the morning
Just that sound
All around the garden

Well  flower
Is there a limit
When you grow
clown fractures
seeming so serious
so well flower

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Land Mass

There is that sinking feeling
even out with the sage
that what is here is floating
along beside the road grateful
and really did you tell them
everything they need to know
about the roll and overlooks

Can we say no other days
just like this one they stream
into one long river of days
combed out wavy hair
flowing down to the sea


Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Sift

That is the way to sift the dusty contents
all your questions about Bodie
and how to get there--
Calico? that fluffy piece of cake.

Their mirrors not my mirrors!
Please resist that type of thinking!
I am busy with my mask. The makings
of time. How the clock ticks.

This evidence invites no speculation
there you have it there it is
ask another leading question
before the jury returns empty-handed.

I've made my mark on the new wall
but someone erased it with a little 65
the King of the Custodians to blame
his loping gait his bunch of keys.

Monday, May 15, 2017

Spent

I spent my time in Bodie
a lot of cool friends
their strange personalities

took some getting used to
rocks the only beings
around for miles

Their sharp edges not
whittled down very easy
that part figured out

I had dreams about the road
but was too spooked
to give it another whirl

brushing off
this dusty mask
its familiar contours


Friday, May 12, 2017

Conifer Quiet

Flat swale memory s
upon the uneven lines
each shoulder then
valley burying many pasts
underneath turned up
woken up rivers swelling
calendar days and weeks
into conifers into oaks--

By day many crows ravens
by night the rats of heaven
just when looking was enough
here comes the poison
what will you do with it?
Will you send it away--

This message isn't enough
to keep things running that smoothly.
This message will beg to differ.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

The Other Word

The other word was taken awhile ago
it was (shhh Matrix) so now
it is clear what we're dealing with
underneath the secret cave
along the forgotten shoreline
behind another immense grove
where I wait for you sleeping
mostly but also reading
sometimes remembering
to turn to the next page.

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Moon 20 Degrees Helix

Say you thought you knew the town
when all along you were absurdist
without the benefits of such a label.
These things happen with the helix.

When I was younger
I thought I was old.
This is the fault of the helix.
Everything possible at once
none of it attainable. Degrees.

I mean I asked about it once or twice.
I was made to search the old rubble.
There were lots of ants. Biting.

Monday, May 8, 2017

Future Helix

Bright future helix
send me your message
sent and secure
as next and double next
inside that egg
opening in about five hundred years
a Flower that belongs finally
beneath the egg tree

Sunday, May 7, 2017

So It Seems

The future (will be) sliding
in and out of thin shadows
rubble bigger than mountains
or near that anyway I am glad
you (will be) there too counting
on this words gliding along cubist
not only a dream in a dream

that is the sign you left
all those years ago
under the echoes and dust
of this thick building
because taming it
(would have been) cruel

beside the empty fountain
they are deciding
which one to read first

it is s tough decision
between distance
and trains and love


Saturday, May 6, 2017

The Missing Town

There were empty windows
empty of curtains and people
behind the blinds and glass
what looked like gates or bars
shadows and dust hanging instead
the Earth a possibility nobody dare look
to others we seem so tiny and here
so huge that we are losing it

Friday, May 5, 2017

Town And Ten Cents

Thought about the town
but forgot to think
did not see
and missed the sights

all along the river
raccoons cormorants herons

I watched while it was still dark
how they mowed the median strip
down to a smooth stubble
I will never forget this


Thursday, May 4, 2017

Who Is Calling? The Town.

The town is calling out to everyone
anyone around to hear its blossoms
remembering last year this time
and those others Curled up and gone
only roots now with a few bugs attached
and bees climbing around without ropes
the Butte crumbling on the right hand side
that's towards Springfield and upriver
smooth air at night a jet could land
I want to get out of this skin and belong
maybe my bag is too small
for what I think I need

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Plain Sight

Yes, they hide
camouflaged like butterflies
against trees and flowers
until they disappear (from language)
scritch scratching in the mud
on the walls underneath (rubble dust)
down that drain flying away
to emerge into (the space) of reason
and science so what if there's
many versions of what (they spell)
we are seeing isn't that so
like this poem the real version
of it in a place buried at night

Monday, May 1, 2017

Family Feeling

The town is at its best now.
The town is in a hurry to get
to the luscious Mays
with lilacs everywhere.
See them at your table?
Guests who will not leave
until you're forgotten
exactly when they arrived
because now the family feeling.




Sunday, April 30, 2017

Four Corners Barber Shop

figure a little broken
so what
to say
let's go to the mountains
let's go to the sea

maybe there are the wings
inside the straight talk
please listen carefully

let's make sure the impossible
can talk about your feelings

and inhabit theem

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Four Legs And Desert

Their decisions
based on the weather

grasping
and closing.

I wish for basic rain and sun

loping alongside.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Philosophy



My reflection is small on the handle 
Of the black plastic office phone
I picked it up to dust it
I wanted to call my old teacher
Give him a ring but instead
looked for a bandage
It was a paper cut
All the first-aid kits were empty
And I wanted to listen to my ear
because it was ringing


Tuesday, April 25, 2017

What Happens In Voss

Stay awhile for the meantime
It will light up your lifetime
Those visits for a turn at the wheel
So go now to this location
If you can find it underneath
All that fur be well and remember

that a city is designed by small bits
tissue paper that light gets through
on the table she sits and draws lines
many leading nowhere and not connecting
to anything else but the the next

Sunday, April 23, 2017

The Island Never Far

The island was never far off
with its volcano and other personalities
I would dream of it often
and it was like a visit except without
all the time involved just up close
not distant like this worry I have
about what to send with him on his trip
to see the bohemian what provisions
could he offer her even if her story
is going unnoticed I thought it would
turn into a book by now not more
waiting for the next stroke of luck

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

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

The Motions

Am I going through the motions
Or are the motions going through me?

Tables, fluorescent beams
Rough scuttles
The moon
Polishing
grey German cement.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Smell Of The Lilac

I saw one in the courtyarD
Of the Old BijoU
so what would it take mY
mind to be thaT do be so
lovely performing inside aiR
How to rate no how to rare

That triP we took across the county
just back froM the orchard
how Tina was in charge of countinG
all the miles and Dad quite pleased

Someone please come get me
My poems are growinG colD
thinking of my taxeS not thinking

Monday, April 10, 2017

Moon Drift


(moon drifting to another moon)

My time told them clocks
I said hurry to be picked up
wait for all the rest

In a pinch your brain is plastic
do not eat all that farmed fish
do not forget what the dunes
whispering they took their share

Will I stick with weaving?
or will I be so bold
as to investigate
carving, metals, and lines

Is life all cut-ups
dreaming of assemblage
round as fingernails
with shadows underneath

Sunday, April 9, 2017

A Closed Hand

Does not open does not bite
rain in this weather the queen melting
large tears so this was the shard
it was the rose and the thing we shared
back then it just was frozen like this
so what do you say to more
know the chances are telling us

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Trot, Stroll, Walk

In different light
the endless looking
see how far we've come
just round the bend
and now we're modern

inside my cuff
it is butter
it is heavy
laughing



Thursday, April 6, 2017

A Mysterious Stain

A mysterious stain is dancing
Cheek-to-cheek
with what looks like
a probate court reject
living on borrowed time

Until now the funniest thing
she said she thought it was us
Opera singing on the radio
Coming from the other room
In the house we rented
At the salty edge
of a great wilderness


Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Whisperings At The Seance

Willows are the air
she's tucked into
near the Coburg hills
early morning
signs all around
saying be well
and do well here
before picking up
all the sticks
that are falling
and flowering
just about now.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The Missing Mezzanine

I thought I had placed it just so
between third and fourth
yesterday when I was
community minded and jotting down
my plans for a cube--

one centimeter ago
everything was red.

The project could not fail
because everything was riding
on it especially the in between
where I spoke to the planet
asked for it to return
to its normal self
and not all this funny business.


Monday, April 3, 2017

Revenge Of The Empty Decanter

Half empty or half full
is how the saying goes
but not around here
it is half half
all the way
to the corner
scuff marks.
Beware
they say
there are so many
more of us.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Curse Of The Scrimshaw Pendant

Just around the corner
with nothing nowhere
I had my adventure
all in waves.

Pushing the heavy cart
it weighs a ton
my neglect was what
I was wearing.

There are stories
many like this
just look and see
silence will tell.

That scrimshaw necklace
my scratched up friend
been with me
all this time.

Roll roll I sing
dull dull they say
it can't be long now
that hour.




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Saturday, April 1, 2017

Up

The witch blows in brings luck
despite all the smoke
those shoeless steps
creeping along the stage--

remembering. Single spacing
could be the key but what
have we here

more bulbs to plant
alongside the ivy
and that yellow cover.

Today I'll get up
with my meditation
forget all plans
when planting.



Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Adding And Subtracting

It all adds up
even inside the cavern
I polish and polish
until it's a mirror
and my mind
a furry creature
comforting me
with low growls

The subtracting
counts backwards
each step is measured
in clock time
illuminating the inside
of this large capacity

Monday, March 27, 2017

Big Show

To be fair hauling around the swish
sheen led thoughts and looking in the mirror
at the dish-faced animal
will be haunting me
for thousands

Time hangs around
waiting to be noticed
I hear its impatience

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Four Corner Madness

Once I was lost out there on my turquoise bike
looking for the buttes which were not to be seen
on the horizon there wasn't any and that was when
I was truly lost for a few hours in the dark and rain
now I know this is over by where a new path runs
right along the boulevard that bike long gone from
when I worked at the deli and some goons took it
ran it over in their car for fun them and their losers

It is not my home but I've tried to make it homey
with primroses in front of our door along with sage
lavender and a rose that does not do well although
it should the smell of the river and blossoms
driving me nearly mad each time I step outside
because that is where home announces itself
no matter which part of town there is dogwood
maybe daffodils have a scent it is mostly willows

Friday, March 24, 2017

Each Spot

A different spot so let me record it
already thinking of how they raised me
to be knowing them
so how would this be if I call out
hear their small answering
in leaves in scratches
along the cave wall

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Already Sad

Sad love gone to sadness in the day
Night strange for wanting happiness
Around each corner even the library
Edges and corners especially the breezy exit
Where someone keeps passing
Monitoring every move
peace with breathing and breath
Didn't this happen so many times before?
What makes it different now?

Monday, March 20, 2017

Moving The Myrtle Aside

The great verbs of the sea
Chime into our conversation
days and their rust
what hands can hold
What shoulders can bear

In the cozy spaces noir
Really means the world
of eclipse of noticing the light

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Wasn't Old


More than a thousand miles
Four hundred meters twice

husky that celebration
pajama a bowl of fruit

We escaped with our lives
Out of the icy neighborhood

Please clap someone please clap
Value and that takes guts

Stepping down and taking over
In the first place next season


Thursday, March 16, 2017

Short Term

Tiny buildings made of paper and wood
Foam core cuttings
A penny
Quarters I save then forget about
All piled in the dumpster
There is no argument
Dog hair looking like
There is a lot to clean up
Make it Sauber would you
Could you do this all again?

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Daemmerung: Plan Oblique

"A" is the only choice
Plan B quite well known
but then there is this one
which is not a choice at all

Sunday, March 12, 2017

My Reckless Moment

Geometric shadows informed my night
Mezzanine so dim except for the studios
Their color wheels were aching to be touched
to be put out of their misery

But not by yours truly I am no patsy
Yes I see it was all a set-up and even now
There is no right no wrong in this world

I reached for the glass for the windows
my hand wrapped in a saturated cloth

My motions were quite usual
they were psychotic
round and around
up and down






Saturday, March 11, 2017

Altogether Elsewhere

the planet turns toward their fur soft bristles full of dust and grease short shine short life on long legs we ate the rice pies shaped like shoes small canoes or leaves much concern about the rugs about the mill and the dock where Seija and I swam I studied their hands summers gripping wood buckets of berries and mushrooms

Friday, March 10, 2017

I Will Kill

The messy Crasin eater has left the building but those sticky somethings tell me nothing more about the cement Put away your condolences night is ever interesting under investigation my heart getting fooled Some say they are looking others know what they found I am not telling the shadows underneath fluorescence

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Strings Of Desire

I wrote my poem and said my bit there was lots of backfire burning down torches I kept lighting and letting the wind get to them those Ravens they all call crows went back up to their nests their roosts and I held onto an egg I cracked it open one hand like I had been reading about a heavy stone from the Columbia now where I can get to it real quick the pocket of my vest so surprising that picture of the light strings weaving electricity into the sky

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Something Tells Me

I left the bucket in another place Mop all alone but knowing what was next So what if I forgot the gum spray And the putty knife The lab doesn't deserve The white linoleum so difficult to turn your back Under the circumstances

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Silver Sax

I listened as much as I could until it was good and over with but still the feeling did not leave worse yet that idea wasn't even one I could tell about much less describe how to include pillows and wool blanket into the scene So I could finally understand where all this was leading

Thursday, March 2, 2017

With Nothing To Say

I listen to the train It will speak for me I listen to the partridge To the day and day's ending On into the night and into ecstasy Of the routine slightly changing

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Back To Now

The buildings showed her the timeless night Punctuated by the train offering its run its run-on Sentences its lack of punctuation because it was A dash a euphemism A metaphor in its noise She heard and sometimes didn't until it was Long gone mostly South and into the next county Where there is less but more winter more foothills Please know there are lines here just listen

Monday, February 27, 2017

I Remembered

Then I promptly forgot the islands Their breezes dead from so far away Only the moon seemed the same when squinting And that was quite a stretch anyway up against the foothills Springtime snows were trying their best imitations of a winter Long past due

Sunday, February 26, 2017

It Was New

Whatever happened there was new each day. A small pile of debris would be where the area was clear the night before. The same chairs and tables. Stools. That coin and that pencil. There could be detected in the air a slight noise like shifting or shuffling. It was the camera and what was supposed to be a smoke alarm. Of course no fire would occur in the cement building. Dust was the main problem plus shed skin and hair. Fingerprints. Gum. All the fast food containers littering the cans too narrow too geometric to imagine those meals only holding them against the plastic bag becoming less fresh with each passing hour how could it be when it was changed so often so the smell would be gone making way for fresh air inside is a desert now and the empty barbershop chairs brought over from the E.M.U. sit empty and waiting and heavy.

Saturday, February 25, 2017

The Decision

Thankful for the small pleasures of routine, I got on a Prussian blue horse to ride to the lonely Sunset Opera Pink which was across town, and a place I could walk to, but I decided it would be faster this way and I wouldn’t be late. There were some problems at the door and I had to swipe my own card, not follow anyone in on theirs: security was that tight. A guy even pushed me away when I tried to follow him in, thinking he was one of us, but he wasn’t, even though he worked there, too. I said, don’t touch me as he basically shut the door on me and once underground, I turned into permanent alizarin crimson because Terre Verte had been listening a few feet away. Wasn’t anything private anymore? Was this caught on a hidden camera, as well, Cascade Green and English Red Earth probably having themselves a fine chuckle at this very minute. Hey, hello, I said to my friend (also transparent) whose name was Anthraquinoid Scarlet. He told me a story about Smalt Genuine and it was a whopper. But I wasn’t listening. I was beginning to develop a small crush on Moonglow who was now walking with Viridian (again) when they met at the corner, the one painted Rare Green Earth with Lunar Black. I thought of Mars Yellow, floating down the hallway with only my implements. I moved this way and that. Payne’s Gray shone behind the widows and I thought, yes, that’s why I am here, that’s what draws me again and again. Pompei Red and Buff Titanium. Their stations made their small sounds echo in the large space.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Me & My LOL

Us that was and is Shadowy behind the drops One daffodil one slick spot. Roethke waking to Spring. Sky glowing upwards undulations. This is what I feel. Always.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

So Wait

So wait she said there's time for that Because the mist and fog are first choose to be among them living What I viewed was flat Trees hung out their lace Listening for more rain Roethke's rain not mine Waltzing around the hall Digging in its roots Where weather does not touch

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Folding And Unfolding

Yes remember when they walked so fast To the blood borne pathogens training And you could barely keep up Over to facilities that was lucky Because they let go the big one Just for that you get daffodils In a three inch pot and the cherry pastry They sell at The Kiva just for this day His run will be easier tonight just think Only a few more before you can get back To yours and all that architecture All that language

Sunday, February 12, 2017

All Told

I told him about the rain but didn't use the word rain in anything or so I thought I told him to be wonderful but that was already true Did it mean anything all these tellings all added up together The sky is clear what of it tell me again that it is blue because when they kick you off the mezzanine they kick you off for the good of the building or so the story goes I forgot two days or two weeks

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Und So Weiter

Weiter und weit weg. I can hear it if I listen close to my ears that buzzing what is happening to them

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Day Before Tomorrow

They say good morning when actually it is barely night Moon can you tell me about all your owls Please look don't listen to the small beads falling they are from the necklaces dropping down the mountains That's what they say before all the cleaning That's what they mean clearing night away

Saturday, February 4, 2017

The Questions And My Answers

The questions bothered me but not like before Idaho and all could wait forever for a thaw but this valley is ready for spring and all its promises so what if waiting has seemed like forever dripping into the muck which becomes soil and is supposed to be good

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Irrational Red Closet

Purpose? Ask the stairs Six and propose a change Ha ha very funny not around here This little red closet is yours not only for emergencies So you know keep a list Not about the cases but about the gloves

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Craft

I was a little weepy when he brushed me off at the elevator again his brusque answer with snide sideways humiliation all I was asking was how is it going and I should know by now this is not something to ask in the middle of the night just back from the Mezzanine so what if he then asked for my dust mop head in order to sew the end then I noticed all of them had those short fat stiches

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Before And After

I didn't know all the ins and outs Still closing my mind to driving it around only in town So what have we here Mistakes making it rain regret Looking forward to the thank yous I will mouth in the frozen countryside where I long to be Where I am longing

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Your Guess

Is good and maybe true about the wires. Sure. Necessary. For the machines. What about the rest of it resting, okay, not resting. There is no switch to off. I looked and looked. What I could see, well the only thing was a rule of blinking or not blinking because of missing.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Floors And Stairs

Plants grow tall in the light. The lamp is another reminder. I missed the place altogether. What happened beams were bright and the moon slipping away I was too embarrassed to believe I made a mistake. Now is ridiculous so don't tell anybody after. All.

Friday, January 20, 2017

My Electricity

Just every time the breeze came up how it was changing being changed Now there is another part saying small fast small fast blinking And what of each day a personality leaving it behind for the moon What I told myself was panic what actually happened was slower It might be awhile because the cord the cord is attached

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Color Wheel Mind

Back then I did not mind the cold Not like now What escapes we've had Into the Siuslaw Das Auto The golden chain is not mine Come back We will have fun Go ahead There is no following

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Amsel Drossel Fink Und Star

The winter was real this time and fear lit up the bleak water small seeds of hate and berries of love were disappearing fast and melting into calendar months pages marked up pacing folding and calling it quits each twelve hours I wrote down the miles of scratching and I poured more water into their shallow bath

Monday, January 16, 2017

Our Family Adventure

Please take out the trash. I'll meet you in the car. Make sure you lock the door. I know we're a little late. There is not enough time. It's my turn to talk. I thought you went to bed. 60 Minutes is on right now. I never really knew you. After all these years. Let's oil our eyebrows. Let's bring in more wood.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Everything Electric

She said yes too easily and too soon all the plugs available a map too bright back lit by unknown spaces Events she would dream about last days going forward backwards

Saturday, January 14, 2017

It Thickens

Eventual trees Two centuries from now Still growing Peaceful grove Shade and sun Everything breathing That's where I'll be Looking at the pages Fingering their leaves Where you took my hand Even though I got kicked Out of the compound Beyond the forest Is the sunny meadow Its sweetness overwhelming There is the small brook Running clear and cold Feel it feel it endless

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Sweet Vegetarian Pemmican

Honey can be used as a binding agent in this recipe just add raisins berries and what have you to ground nuts allowing for refrigeration. The best survival food. Made for distances and enduring all kinds of weather.

Monday, January 9, 2017

Lenticular Life

I noticed something happening just above My thought was second after the first Tree in the middle of the lot How the oaks dance their lace On the edges of the muddy river Too full and filling Does this time creeping by Sideswipe Plato's cave

Sunday, January 8, 2017

What I Was

I found what I was looking for even though I thought I lost it. There it was in my belongings when I dug down a little. I thought I had moved on, well I did! I got those other hats. They are warm too, fitting just right.

Friday, January 6, 2017

Dream Big

I was supposed to manage the store but the others didn't let me really. After the bombing and before the bombing I could never be the same person again so I dreamed big and went to Mannheim and stayed there a year night classes the start of America shorthand typing.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

All We Had

All we had to do was keep walking into the new day and keep our heads up. Kopf hoch. Nase hoch. We were the orphans called Waisenkinder. We came from shoemakers church decorators like icing on a cake. We asked the sparrows to be friends maybe they would think about it get back to us later on the subject. Hold my hand for just a little moment. You belong to the world.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Das Essen

The food bothered her more than anything. Too much of it at once (would make everyone sick?). She shunned it like she didn't have a body. She didn't need it want it. Desperate. To live. Showing up at the table, later. A few bites. She had to bring home a slop bucket they ate from grateful to the leftovers from the nuns. They were the only orphans in the town so everyone said.

Monday, January 2, 2017

Cold

It is alright. Even the double space I changed to single. We'll see if it is accepted by the second overcoat or the fancy painting. Either or. My braid didn't go over so well even though it was the best one yet. I dumped in the cardamom.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Supposed To

We looked for it endlessly with millions of others looking up. What was a huge star and the moon. Did this mean something beyond cinnamon cardamom making a face staring right back at the memory. You're supposed to let go. Let it burn down to embers maybe stirring up sparks later creating new heat out of the old. We put our minds to it and swore up and down. This passed by too soon and then I was asking my questions dreams answering back with more.