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