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.