Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Stellate

Many years ago there wasn't even a past
where thinking wasn't thought.

then stars came
and twinkled in words.



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unfiltered

a mile down past the smile
i don't know about noise
music or silence but I can hear

the unfiltered grounds
they tell me
are verticality
and moving together

but I'm horizontal and it looks like I'm going to stay that way.
what's leaning when you've fallen already?

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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

To Sons And Daughters

I open a book and
a new life begins
as I turn the pages
my fingers crease
and soil the parchment
Can books read themselves?

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Play Ball

Suddenly the sun came out
and I knew it was spring.

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The Day After

Out of windows fell
our companion sea
it grasped and clasps to the
layers of earth around us.

begin the recording
of train sounds calling out
resolved to make headlines
in the early edition
from the back of the movie house
observing the process of everything again
and all the kings are the kind kind.


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Sunday, February 13, 2011

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A poem for everyone.

New light warms melting ice
and the old chill is gone.

This is flying, gathering smiles
visible lines

An advancing nature
and the mind jumped over the sky.


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The Path That Ever Was

slowly
up the steps moved a tired heart
in dream sounds towards restoration

thanks to a soul nearby
on the path that ever was.


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Nothing At All

I write on white leaves
and leave my mark
in the room of a house I never built.


I close my eyes and hear
the faint rumble of voices through
the door and think.
if I can hear, I must have ears
and that noise is the beginning
and eternity is nothing at all.



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Saturday, February 12, 2011

Friday, February 11, 2011

The Way You Are Lifts Me Above Everything

gliding high
above the trees

soaking up the
silvered light
warming the seas.

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Thursday, February 10, 2011

Helicopters

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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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.


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