What is happiness
hidden by the solar sky
pinched sugar held
in the high endurance of light breathing
we escaped standing
our feet aired
in a solar song our song
in a ditch pitched high zero to the bones .
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Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
One Summer's Day
A quick croak and then
memory was dead
and the sky, the empty sky, filled
with haze, endless haze.
plaster and the sculptor was finished
and god created a war on poetry
the end of Xanadu.
.
memory was dead
and the sky, the empty sky, filled
with haze, endless haze.
plaster and the sculptor was finished
and god created a war on poetry
the end of Xanadu.
.
I Hope We Make It
Grown by degree in rows and aisles
if they were events people would forget they are there
where they are
in a country right as rain speaking change we are different we work on pace with computers faster than the stress of sweating bullets breathing in
to air mattresses and blow up dolls.
In no parents land a blackmailed god feared letting the juice drip
but children put up with floods and grown women on farms we designed
and they do the best we can
we'd be dead otherwise.
.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
On seeing the morning star again
above green horizons
floating in sky blue
Like a flame it
showed
and like a flame
I watched it go out
as the sun rose.
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Monday, February 7, 2011
To Someone Somewhere
Now the shouting crowds
subside and a piercing
yell is heard.
Lost in the subway
a child died that way.
Agony out loud amidst the
noisy din of steel
a child died today.
Slow force starts up the train
and the bodies move in
mute harmony as the city's
lights go on.
.
subside and a piercing
yell is heard.
Lost in the subway
a child died that way.
Agony out loud amidst the
noisy din of steel
a child died today.
Slow force starts up the train
and the bodies move in
mute harmony as the city's
lights go on.
.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Mira: A Portrait
Lead circles about her eyes
She awakes to the morning
Skies are grey.
She opens a jewelry box
and places an earring on
Today's another date on her calendar
of wishes
her calendar of dreams.
.
She awakes to the morning
Skies are grey.
She opens a jewelry box
and places an earring on
Today's another date on her calendar
of wishes
her calendar of dreams.
.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
The True North
and the things remain
our moments
like the tidiness of a light snow on stone.
It's cleaner clearer when you look at the individual
pieces and this place we've all climbed up on
away from and into
to find something in the corner of a cloud
so beneath you my thought is ourselves
we lay down thrown back on a kiss
but nothing is still nothing
this is a warning
about looking over edges
especially edges
of diving boards
over empty pools
.
our moments
like the tidiness of a light snow on stone.
It's cleaner clearer when you look at the individual
pieces and this place we've all climbed up on
away from and into
to find something in the corner of a cloud
so beneath you my thought is ourselves
we lay down thrown back on a kiss
but nothing is still nothing
this is a warning
about looking over edges
especially edges
of diving boards
over empty pools
.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Mania
mania: a flight of fancy, a ruling prince of
dancing-awkward principles overturned
and english restored to hegemony.
.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
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