Monday, September 12, 2016

Iced shaken stirred

Into your duty pantleg pour concrete zippers of whale meat
Dawn blisters its emptiness within radical vaccinations against autumn
Hair tie unbutton resting arm across wasted wasp stinging five times
Like the cock we discussed perching in language henhouse that fox
Pushes tail into my face its fuzzy determination fashionably obscured
Camouflage vacation hollow wrenching grill with hillsides of bones
In dirt and washing all hung round and beaten like drums until darkness comes

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Serotonin middleware

Tanning flow potential a diving hand cupped framing webs
outside a gated region sumptuous with spiders in glimmering sun
somewhere east of hyacinth west of buzzing bees.
A pair of hummingbirds flirt on ancient power lines long dead
diving in for a quick fuck before nesting begins filling skies
ignoring crow caws cracking afternoon smell of garbage.
My throat opens in imaginary swallowing pose thinking of her
How she took me in caught me engulfed me consumed my yum
Eyes open blinking against the light of sun from behind my shoulder.

Monday, June 27, 2016

Or you turn standing toward me

Did you lay down in the water and spin your smile toward the sun
implementing a distinguished variation of Horus choreography, a blemish
grass fed and leaning into the fence for just that one moment before the touch down?

Are you willing to sink down before you fly, before you turn standing toward me
brandishing that unseen side of light that is called darkness in the bath?

If so then so be it and nothing I can do can capture that essence that is you.

Friday, June 03, 2016

Capsize yonder vaccination

This unrepentant documentary volunteer
Fell to her knees and slowly but surely
Disappeared beneath the waves of her master
Obsession with water disease and disaster

They chase her around dictionaries and towns
Unnamed and filled with minions whole cloth
Vagaries and non-informed opinions buried
Like a warm excretion on a beach vacation

Pistol packing Annie doing time on the trail
Fanny pack bouncing and the edge of her skirt
Flounced and getting dirtier by the minute
"Shoot me with your drug" she says, "for I am in it."

Monday, May 30, 2016

Memorial Day

Those who serve and die in constellations of war
In barracks and ditches of war
Who have fallen down and then risen in glory
Among the ashes of the fires of war
I pray to your remembrance, to your sacrifice
My small and untimely prayer, too late for you
For the war did come and go
And took you along with it
Too late to warn you, to save you
To talk you down from your tower of service
That leaning tower whose imperfect foundation
Continues to draw in through its doors
The youth of many nations, you went
You served and you died. I remember you today.
It is a small act on my part, but my heart is in it.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Those whose exceptional gifts distract from the moment

We the peace keepers
Tumbling through fate and recognition
Do find in this moment of reality
Some semblance of order unguarded
And hereby do swear to follow
Our hearts in time space continuity
Regardless of concern for those who witness,
Those who criticize, those who doubt.

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

During those candle burns

Drip from my mouth and onto the end of the candle
Drip from the end of the candle and onto my hand
Fall from my hand to the floor
Fall from the floor to my hands and knees

Descend and rise
Move along and realize
All we have is time to know
How we go, above, below.

Sing to my summer and on into fall
Sing into fall and sing to my winter
Sing from my winter and all through my spring
Sing until spring falls away into summer

Descend and rise
Move along and realize
All we have is time to know
How we go, above, below.