Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Aconitum napellus

deep-blue
necromancer
tucked along the crease between worlds
pastures
plains
and sunrise sofa cushions
whatever 
discarded in feather canyons & forgiveness
winds still as morning turns gray
paused here on the cusp of snow
emptiness feels tight--boa constrictor tight
sorrow purple rolling up the tendrils & traces of time
tick--tock
tuberous nevermore to ponder the space between leaves & leaving
white-blue this day
this whatever 
my body ceramic-electric
still
stone

surrender





Friday, October 27, 2017

night visible


willow-curly
trembled femininity pursued against the chipped & sullen gray
sun upside-down hedge-apple-cake
words buried under the red-yellows of fall
falling
falling
winter eager at the gate of white-evermore
as
the porcelain berry sings of
indigo-blue stillness
a dream of evening's new moon
willow-curly hanging moments

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

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

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

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

Monday, October 9, 2017

treatise


I believe I deserve rice pudding with raisins
a handful of cherries
with a side of
scotch, bitters & rye

I believe I deserve marshmallow fires
determined kisses by moonlight
and stars in the sky

I can swing dance long after midnight
while smells of October rise & twirl
and I can learn to love you like coconut cream pie
in the morning
two bodies unfurled

I believe
I've not trusted my origin-instinct
nor felt the power of these hands & heart
negating all feeling of plenty
in exchange for a treaty of
complacent apricot tarts
I'll learn you in prismatic colors
that lean in & hold
and 
we will dance often to
harmonica coyotes
with
tender blue tales of love ancient & bold 

Friday, October 6, 2017

cloud stations forecast

fisher of riverfields
soft the grasp
play on thunderstorm 
exquiste cooling 
pond blossoms 
phoenix'd   
to love's fountain conspiracy 
of
quakes 
and snow 
and 
grassland wagontrains 
rain falling 
stealing birdsong and cowboys
moonwater rustles
the sun's 
goodnight 





Thursday, October 5, 2017

moonlight and the bees-knees

Ah!
The days
regret aligns with Mars
--just an ordinary day;
the breeze from the west comes to unbuckle my heart
arrowing fiercely straight on through the dark

Alight in the wash of a pale tangerine sunrise
ripe with the harvest of fall
the sound of quiet is nothing if not ancient
the breeze in the maple tells all

No birds on this Thursday morning
no blue jay stealing my toast
just a tale and a ache a thousand years deep
and a flame that burns brighter than most

So untangle the honeysuckle nectar
smooth out the lines of regret
darkness brings the solace of moonlight
and
the tale is not over yet

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

angels

dip me in the nectar of acorns
dusted with azure & green
pressed against night
do that
ten thousand times
and
return me home
to
you

dress me a gypsy who talks to ghosts
on every third tuesday
crimson--swirly & electric
pulsing
honey-dancing
absorbing words like apricot candies
left out as a temptation to delight
while outside it rains
cats & dogs & sorrow

my slip is made of perfume & tobacco
regal leafed
and
empty of self

talk to me of your dreams
walking alone in alleys as bullets zip too close to call it a win
talk to me ....

and I will listen 

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

holes & stars

funny the things that slip
the name of that oil that goes in the apple salad
a burner left on high with butternut soup
the appointment tomorrow
the day of the week
the name of that guy
that you are there and i am here
funny the things

should my eyes hold hostage the last rays of sun
narrowing to a channel unremarkable
i will be ok
as i have read of Arabian nights, whales and Merlin
Gondor & white horses
i have beheld the magic of a grandson


should these legs refuse to move
no problem
as i have kicked the can
played red rover, red rover
and
run home from
school
as the wind
and a
palomino
even when broken & weary
they have served me well
through rivers & fields



if my breath should fade
no problem
i have stood on a mountain
breathing pine & love & rain
i have
laughed & kissed
sighed & cursed


but
if i
should not remember you
Ahh , , my darling that holds no gem of unraveled truth
for you are the golden arrow to the magnetic north
of
my everything