Lichen on the round stone, Tipple of the clean water, Litmus of sunrise, dust cloud, burn patch, gravel. The light sound in a distant cold field, Across the road beyond homes Where the barrier of wild land dissolves to … Continue reading →
The crash town picking memorial flowers. The right thing to say in a disaster for everyone, Run or sit down. Delay, think about it a while, As you might settle in to your subject, Feel the themes developing from … Continue reading →
Old Uncle Walt, what comfort you might give, we give to you. Who conquered your grave and ailments in a stillness. No Army band on the ramparts but sun in the morning range Chasing the moon back to the … Continue reading →
Cool hands, shallow chest, The infirmed line the hall of the self, meekly, Down at the mouth over what comes next. Holy intuition of the artist: bullshit. Skulls opened hard boiled like the egg in the egg cup, Hand … Continue reading →
Jumps from one lily pad of idea to a poolThat promises a wash and irrigationOf clotted selves and suburban use,Of tanks and storage,Guns and full aisles at the store. Are we needed to buy more or do with less.A simple … Continue reading →
Along the way Passed the blessed station Clouded river reflecting the course of the sky in its due. Past due, The debt never to be paid As water courses on about its freedom And the constraints of gravity and … Continue reading →
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Continue reading →Ladder up, You know the sky, You see it every day. You are me. We are one, We live in a hole. The world is damp And uncomfortable Like a body. Tell us freedom is a myth, Getting up … Continue reading →
Only sky knows, And doesn’t say, All the forgetful Westerns, the breezes Perpetually pulling at the people’s ideas, Making them long and stringy, Cellulose on canvas or film, Placid as the lasting image in paint and The effort of … Continue reading →
Lucky cloud of Sevens Mamba in the grass, Severance of sky with weather, Touching the ground out loud. Making the lucky green color, The weave of somnolence In the trees beginning to breathe, Brief as the theater light Falling … Continue reading →