He is so good at being wanted and not wanting
Make you like a bird with only the sound of fog
not looking for your food but for his nose, black
stretching up for you.
dec 14, 08
For Faith
He was so fucked up.
I couldn't keep from praying it
and tried to lick it off my lips.
Was Jesus in danger of contracting
what I choked on?
He knew how much God loved him
and threw his dirty head into the Lord's arms
as if he were only a dirty baby
who needed changing.
and all I had was fuckery
for faith.
dec 14
I couldn't keep from praying it
and tried to lick it off my lips.
Was Jesus in danger of contracting
what I choked on?
He knew how much God loved him
and threw his dirty head into the Lord's arms
as if he were only a dirty baby
who needed changing.
and all I had was fuckery
for faith.
dec 14
Moss Eyes
Moss grown in a cold shade
a hidden geometry
was wall tree ground
was a tan speckled skin
was a moss knot
skirt of a swelling stone
with enough cold shade
to hide geometry
gathers enough snowsky
to fly suddenly with no sound.
12, 15, 08
a hidden geometry
was wall tree ground
was a tan speckled skin
was a moss knot
skirt of a swelling stone
with enough cold shade
to hide geometry
gathers enough snowsky
to fly suddenly with no sound.
12, 15, 08
4-letter
Your name, that word
4 letters like others
but I hold it soft
without breaking it against my teeth
I lay it on that last light
the daily mail.
I say it soft
for all the hard world
to collapse at
all the hard world you're looking at
and asking for just a 4-letter space.
Your name, that word
held like breath
then said
rolls those mountains into your sea
a soft place
to hold all
of you not said in 4 letters.
dec 15
4 letters like others
but I hold it soft
without breaking it against my teeth
I lay it on that last light
the daily mail.
I say it soft
for all the hard world
to collapse at
all the hard world you're looking at
and asking for just a 4-letter space.
Your name, that word
held like breath
then said
rolls those mountains into your sea
a soft place
to hold all
of you not said in 4 letters.
dec 15
A Girl Smokes from a Window
The (pink) shadow of a vine
of vines and vines
I walk under
and disappear in (same-colour) arms.
dec 15, 08
of vines and vines
I walk under
and disappear in (same-colour) arms.
dec 15, 08
Godot of the Sparrow
God of the sparrow,
you know.
But so what if you are a divine spider,
eight periscope eyes
spying our amateur tragedy
awkward tears.
Isn't it rather an insult that
the field lilies are clothed in the morning
and every bulge eyed bird has your attention
but we, your
"little lower than the angels"
must only wait for you?
and talk of going.
If paradise cannot be here, I don't want it
and if paradise is only more of being watched by you, what is it?
Didn't you sneeze eternity into us, like damp tissues?
Haven't we an invitation to form the Holy Quantity?
What are we waiting for?
The sparrow has fallen,
the grass of the field withered and thrown,
our turn.
Verily, I say unto you, unless a seed falls
to the ground and dies, it
will never grow to
bear anything.
dec 11, 08
you know.
But so what if you are a divine spider,
eight periscope eyes
spying our amateur tragedy
awkward tears.
Isn't it rather an insult that
the field lilies are clothed in the morning
and every bulge eyed bird has your attention
but we, your
"little lower than the angels"
must only wait for you?
and talk of going.
If paradise cannot be here, I don't want it
and if paradise is only more of being watched by you, what is it?
Didn't you sneeze eternity into us, like damp tissues?
Haven't we an invitation to form the Holy Quantity?
What are we waiting for?
The sparrow has fallen,
the grass of the field withered and thrown,
our turn.
Verily, I say unto you, unless a seed falls
to the ground and dies, it
will never grow to
bear anything.
dec 11, 08
Cigarette Box
Fingers white as cigarettes in a box, and as cold.
Fingers cold and dry and straight
and hidden.
When I come I'll light them pink
prickling.
They'll bleed or burn
but they will give up something
and fall
cooling and bent around something no longer there.
dec 11, 08
Fingers cold and dry and straight
and hidden.
When I come I'll light them pink
prickling.
They'll bleed or burn
but they will give up something
and fall
cooling and bent around something no longer there.
dec 11, 08
Mountains Morning Wise
The mountains yawn morning wise
dispelling such Christmas wrapping fog as
time, distance, no letters, the cold
They roar some barbarian
morning wise groan of I AM.
And we, their witless am-less subjects,
are struck.
Suddenly I must open my mouth to breathe
breathing like licking ice
injesting mouth to mouth
from the mountains morning wise
such a violent kiss.
nov 28, 08
dispelling such Christmas wrapping fog as
time, distance, no letters, the cold
They roar some barbarian
morning wise groan of I AM.
And we, their witless am-less subjects,
are struck.
Suddenly I must open my mouth to breathe
breathing like licking ice
injesting mouth to mouth
from the mountains morning wise
such a violent kiss.
nov 28, 08
High Pine
The cold reminds
that a warm body for a nest
is needed.
Not a mother's father's built
not a lover's or friend's offered
but a self
Limping some high road
in some high wind
gathering glowing brush
and flying with wings full
to pine limbs.
nov 28, 08
that a warm body for a nest
is needed.
Not a mother's father's built
not a lover's or friend's offered
but a self
Limping some high road
in some high wind
gathering glowing brush
and flying with wings full
to pine limbs.
nov 28, 08
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