Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Unfinished Lists with Missing Bones

Flag stone
Corner stone
Gem stone
         Inlay-ed and engraved
so finely, you know I've
hardly missed a detail
I want to take it all in
like hanging, dried roses
undead and furled
You know I've: hurled
a few stones,
Broken a few...
some at crooks, some at crones
-Watered Roses
-Watered myself,
-The same for some one else,
-Been watered
You know I've never
drawn water from a stone
but I've drawn a stone
from water, it was
dry as a bone

dead and unfurled





...

I really don't mind, mostly
when time slows to a crawl
I just sprawl
out in a hammock
and carve my nook
by rocking in the breeze, ghostly

hummingbirds might approach me
sounding like growling dogs
I may be a feast for flies
(who are unwise)
but full of laughter for the
occasional, off-kilter croaks of frogs

I try to bend time, here
still swaying to the wind chime I hear
bending for each
four leaf clover I find
making these moments
the longest in my mind

gusts of birds
playful and posing
or just one
landed, spindling
on a dangling branch
stirring me breathless
whether they are caw-ing,
red bellied or red-wing,
flirtatious, indigo
blackbird or crow

Monday, July 23, 2012

Part of the, "Keep" group of works, Untitled.

Keep the kindling
catching carved wood
dried after drenching downpour
Radiance soaked up in
the light of this page as I
seek the lines I missed
Swept up in despair
cast up into the flare
wisps and whispers
that we may dare
dawn upon this combusted night
undreamt of but
impending like
all other days and
stoked by these torrential rains
of foreign proportion
causing a distortion of
the accepted and, consequentially
the unexpected
Cool air breathes our heat, we
have borrowed time
changed in for lost sleep
cant we keep
Peace a while

Friday, April 6, 2012

For the April 6th Full Moon (Part of the "Amidst" group of works)

Emulsion amidst
propulsion

Shifting as I am
sifting patterns

This full moon,
(too soon),
coming at me in waves
paves
rivers in my chest
and I divest
my heartache

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Rest

Rest

A bit of fleck, an ashy smudge in your
eye up there
kind of making it runny, blurred
enflamed
pause to rinse it, cooly, openly
apologize for a few things, bury a few things
carry some with you to
the grave
salvage what you can before
it’s too late
relate
real-ly
create something candid and reprimanded or
commended in your own right
if it takes all night, sleep
the next day
after you have set it up right
and shrug the Rest off