Saturday, October 21, 2017

tacitly .....
















....upon her back flat and still between the cool sheets staring up at the ceiling fan and the ceiling painted grass green thoughts spinning round and round and it was like spinning round and round the way she used to do when she was young upon her back staring up through the trees to the clouds she could not focus or stop stop and hold onto a thought for very long she watched things blur past while now and then a blinding bright light flickered like the sun thru the leaves she saw the river as luminous ribbons weaving amongst the tall golden grass and a face stoically masked with intense laughing dark eyes and he was asking her how much she was willing to risk
patterns of moonlight on blue snow
a doe with 3 fawn wading across a creek bed her mother's legs starkly tan crossed beneath an orange sun-dress the full-length sensation of prickly grass underneath her as she lay imagining a tender miniature world there in the roots and earth all floating by random and transparent the smell of pristine baby skin and the peach-fuzz feel of her hair against her lips smells of tabu blended with cigarettes and pine these dangling stirrings would not hold still and be counted 

No
the textured fabric on the palm of her hand from the sofa as she lay there letting him taste her a surprising bolt of thunder and lightening as it played outside the window allowing his voice back in to infiltrate her bones and fear fleeting gusts of electricity his weight upon her hand
slipped underneath his thigh in his car a sudden blade of pain sharp and resolute making its home nestled in the bones and sinews of her soul
welcome pain welcome kiss welcome the taste of him honey swirled heat his hands
vivid and distinct  each memory encased in gossamer yet rendered in wire and bound up with a fragile reflection that resembled the configuration and rhythm of a knowing heart

Friday, October 20, 2017

mars o'clock


Stealing beside me as an ochre whisper
phantom presence
a whisper
classically soft
slowly
erasing all negative space
blooming darkness
and
the quiet burn of a million stars 

"Make a strong line, don't sketch it out - be confident when you draw"

you told me once upon a time 

"Be sure"

Drawn then--
sure

held strong
with a kiss with the 
weight 
and
spin 
of this blue rock
exquisitely containing the 1939 World's Fair,
the soundtrack to Fantasia
and
The Partridge Family
calliope hummingbirds land on our tongues
flying into our stained-glass souls
as the 2:17 rolls thru town
A kiss ....
stealing all measure of hurt & rumpled sorrow
pheasant feathers and words weaved into
patchwork succulence
skin is diffused, forgiven--effervescent 
almost
inconsequential to the heart of the matter
bloom
hold
draw sure 
and
linger into this slumbered 
ghost kiss

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Castanea












spiny burr
clustered on the branch
tufted husk of pale armor
guarding the cream upholstered flesh
softness smooth
grooves adhered tight to pellicle
gentle pressure popping free
one, two, three
sweet fruits to hold
of
umber rich revealed
seed to ripeness
outside
to
in
spine to furrow
hard to smooth
captive youth

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

all objects rise vertically from the horizon

holding two things in hand
simultaneous
palmed and present
sapphire--marigold
apple--stone
anger--open
joy--bone
of weight and measure
discernment's cost
empty the field
meager the crop
lean to the lonely
rise to the sky
become the sorrow
become the cherry pie
holding two things
mercury--sage
symmetry's requiem
velvet cage
swift flies the sparrow
reflexes fast
sun in your pocket
tender contrast
sapphire--marigold
apple--stone
anger--open
joy--home

trains

again . . 2:15
still
black dome of night
awake 
a train 
echoes 
a choir, a roar, a thunder
fortissimo to allargando
rolling
east to west
beneath a Libra moon
shining into fierceness
present
pausing
on this edge of autumn
on this dusty land that smells of golden
cooling ....
cooling
2:22

Monday, October 16, 2017

hazard

turn from the highway
fields of prairie grass
north to the river
beyond the moon's grasp
thrumming of tires
rumble of gravel bare
timeless movement
'neath stars & night air
solitary becomes the warrior
weight & welter silver
silent grey-white of bone
harsh will come the winter
yet here of smallness
amongst fields harvest
here one with evening
light greets darkness
nocturne velvet cooling
trees to whispers dance
lonely sits the broken
clarity enchants
easy will break daylight
swift the days will fly
heart touches all sorrow
joy rides the fireflies
turn from the highway
fields of prairie grass
north to the river
embrace the moon's grasp


Wednesday, October 11, 2017

common

paint my limbs tourmaline
with a finger trace honey-ink upon scars
feed my numbness to wild canaries at a quarter to eleven
amber moon softened to pink
fog drifts into forgotten corners
and the mouthes of owls
who knew wool & wealth would chaff
the empty graveyards of October
rain will come
tomorrow
and
we will dance in skirts of stone & tulle
remembering the taste of
apples
and
autumn


rain will come