Crash Town
Crash Town 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 … Continue reading →
Threat Looms
Better and better as the nesting dolls go smaller, Teasing us with the idea of a prize, The wonder that is only the smallest doll, Solidly holding nothing, A lesser facsimile of the large original Beckoning us down this … Continue reading →
Imminent Infinities
That every nuance has an end tied to beauty and world. Something of story to lead the mind along, mind that is so good at story That sometimes we fool ourselves. Willing participants suspending disbelief. Show us, move us, … Continue reading →
Bull Bright Taurus
Bull Bright Taurus Constellations bruised, The whole eye of sky weary of prying and the séance of asking When out of the old motor croaks the cherished blemish As so much white smoke. Pull the chord, ring the … Continue reading →
Not an unknown to compose as the raft floats or the motor boat roars on water. The surface tension keeps us afloat. The swirls and eddies of the subconscious are but the wrinkles of time giving testament To our … Continue reading →
Talk of Freedom
How ruled are we with talk of freedom and morning, Illness and struggle. Who coined these words as if the printed ballot of our collective Could build a leader and not select one. The tender heart of an individual … Continue reading →
Somber Shade Gospel
Sashay your sleepy movements with the music late and soft In the club of sticky floors and peanut shells. Clean up time, last moves of intrepid lovers not yet prized, Still putting on angles in the mirror, Jut your … Continue reading →
Heavens
Auspicious in all elements and all the young poets gleaned, The nation on the ramp, morning again. Test cases on an infinity of infinities, Each a category unto itself and All, an impossibility. Voices near and distant rub as … Continue reading →
Wings of Stone and Water
Cry to wind, Wind to the plain, Waves to the edge of where we go, Now extended out to the limits of what we know. No, nothing. Passing through, as the fleet footed, Crops in the rocks and … Continue reading →
Heart Chalice
Teotihuacan, ancestor of elements, Grass plays on the land, Tomato, corn, peppers. Married at an early age, The matts of sedge were Rolled out for the city and The neighbors to welcome. Santa Maria carry our burdens. Domingo, Sabado, … Continue reading →