Monday, July 26, 2010

Wild nothing.

for Jill Cichoski

One bit of the swing chair's space is suddenly displaced by another's.
The cane aches as sweaty bodies sink in the sway

Talking up the marshal bits of love and love

Or smart--

And it smarts.

For once in a generation you walk past the coyote cage
And don't wish to be like that thing.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Rust flower.

New hands don't trust a prowessed thing and
New hands don't know where to go.

Clotting ferns in the distance
And everything you thought a showing
Flower could be


(Bits and pieces saying aloud, coupling might with what.)


Good news:

The West has been contained--

The one involving gunfighters

And ours.

Monday, July 19, 2010

A maze.

The verdure forgoes other forms of verdure.

We spent the afternoon
In a toothed hedge
Tunneling for the center--

Tunneling, too, for

A way to the landing.

The sobbing waters

For the great poet, Tu Fu

If I pedal back slowly
The flicker slows
In my favor.

I am a boy in
Shallow water.
It is in the berth

Of sufficiency that

I gather his Sun--

--light and warmth.

Sunday, July 18, 2010


for SB

A half-smile enlivens the distance
As clouds collect

In the promise of energy things move
And retreat from

What's more

That which was always loved is always loved,
Threads bare though they may be--

Staples buckled,
Hands short

Though they may be.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Errare humanum est.

To not persist in the mistake but
To bloom--I wonder,
Could we possibly be trusted with such
Crucial errors and
Tender shoulders?

Monday, July 12, 2010

The old provisional curtain.

The old provisional curtain is, as if vestigial to a bad dream, taking a while to fall; but we--luckily, discovered the inundation of light and fact instantly. There is wild foresight in hope.

Sunday, July 11, 2010


It is a verifiable fact that the provision of

And what lies in heavenly arms

Wrests from tranquility

For reasons both hostile

And time-tried.

(My baby is gone.)

Saturday, July 10, 2010

The crane.

The froth and fronds of the sun flood
All things. But

The tendrils of the crane are obstinate--
They remain.

Give in to flighty beauty, gluttonous crawlers--
What is taken leaves no trace
And what of the dearth
Will in greedy part be erased.

Food for everyone.

A bay for young ships,
That is what we need

From Nature--

A bay,
Cut one in the tenderest place:

Soft landings, food for everyone.

Friday, July 9, 2010

The heart and the cradle of light.

The distinction between the heart and the
Cradle of light
Is negligible,

Concerning at worst a fraction of a generation--

Like picking the rose in time from
The soil.

Like picking the rose from time, from
The spoils

Of spoils.


Know that,
Mystery begets deafened mystery.

Cleft of incident's color we turned as ever to a book;
In this instance the recipe came to us by way of Barbara Kafka...

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Bricks for young adults.

What a ring
In the richness that is everywhere.

Have you noticed the superiority of this hour,

How without a Mozart or a Melville

We quench sunsets and in our rifest privacies

rebuild them?


What a word,
The purse.

Disturbed from it repositorial

And flush.

Like lips--
Like lips!

To pursue to purse you.

My imagination is a dust ridden empty bag
But I purse at the sound of you,

Drenched by the succumbing music you impart,

The cloud lifts.

Of romance.

No policy in romance--

I want everything to be free
To be romance, to be my romance

As I am greedy.

Yank and see my feathers falling softly in space


Touched by you.

Destroy power.

for the band, Crass.

Lies detail everything;
It's a shame we can't trust them.

What you gather is real, What you embrace,


Spelled out in a speech so
Reckless and calloused with

That to caress it is to accept its aboriginal

Since saying it is insufficient and telling it is
Merely fitting,

And since loving is a kind of disturbance

Since lies impart wine-like honey to words
Since lies pout with imprecise rigor
And the rasp grows from our familiarest corners

It will take a wild poison to corrupt
The corruption while you,
Garrulous and dirty,
Destroy power.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Maxfield Parrish.

As often as you are who you are
Remember how my faith blossomed
In the intrigue of your mark--

How I couldn't help it

How you lured me with the magnetism
Of an outstretched arm.

Dearest, I panted.

Sunday, July 4, 2010


Pieces of the palace
Fall upon us.

The dust is golden.

How wholly I have drunk of this careless

You brought from the leafen interior.

And how memory stirs in retribution.

Of cool bolts once intimate with contended space.


A partiality.

The eponym of letters
Must not be confused with that which we use

For colors.

There for a duty to the Absolute goes the distinct strand

Of bruisy curses,

Blushing suggestions and a din of

Ochry suppressions.

It is reasonable to wonder,
"What's the difference? If each is so brilliant
And so eagerly infinite?"

There is in the former, too, a duty to earthly flowers--
Substantial in that it is how we know it.

But for the eagerness of the latter
It is a partiality,
Bereft of sex and wild complement.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

To each.

To each a modesty in the countenance of rain.

Looking in you will see the aspect of a heat by which plants
Grow. And you will see

The tears of humankind falling.

To each the bravery of the verdure,
Throbbing in the leaves.

It must this resonance to each know discontent.

It must, after all, it must!

Cherry wine.

Cherry wine loses its effervescence when
You learn

What goes into it.

A honey river, a stone tomb--I cannot believe it,

The error in all cherries as they
Ruin curseless grace.

--and curseless grace.

Friday, July 2, 2010

Basic sacrifice.

The misspending of one is as good as the misspending of another.
See this copper pile by the bed. Someone lost it,

And we upon sleeping discovered it.

Thursday, July 1, 2010


Alive on the lips of our

And awake to our de


It hushes to be squeezed,
Quenches to be thought

What if what you dreamt of flowed so steadily
as to corrupt us and leave
concern negligible in