The Word Good

Good, the powerful word,
scares the hope out of us.
Its weight, its repercussion
tires in our useless hearts.
We turn from all its possessions:
construction, structure, strength
peace, play, proportion
fidelity, faith, fellow.
And hum helplessness
into one another's ears.


oct 29, 09

The Dream Breathing

We fight the buoyancy of dust bodies
swimming from light
into the bed
searching under rocks
letting the difficulty of breathing
go
our bubbles break the surface
and leave us so far below now.
We play like breathing
into one another's mouths
laughing at how awkward
the duties of breath can be.
Reckless we sink
not asking if we'll ever come back
from this swim.

10,29,09

Squirrels


squirrels pack their jaws,
run in always opposite ways,
as fear calls to fear.
There is no end to dreams,
and their ready memories,
their devastating realities,
I can barely wake up from,
I can barely un-believe enough
to stop running
from fear to fear.

oct 29, 09

Elijah

Leaves snap together
bicycle spokes click locustly
i'm always watering eyes
into the eyes I meet
careening after the leaves
toppling against their torrents
i want Elijah to show
his fiery team
surely shimmering in ignited limbs
i just want to go
none of the eyes have need
for me
they are full of their own

oct 19, 09

The Circus

The leaves gather
holding baccalaureate
Children so new
they've not had their lessons.
The circus comes for a week
maybe more
if we don't dirty the magick carpet
too much with hustling through.
The children in their impossible costumes
don't cry as they gather for our applause
unless it's for us
who in our trample for the kingdom
miss Beauty, the sage jester.

oct 25, 09

The Day's Recipe

2 drops twisting spine joints
2 drops biting nails
2 drops deciding more sleeping or
2 drops staying behind glass
2 drops regretting the day's recipe.

oct 25, 09

Mother Believes

Mother finally believes God may be good
that her daughters may be too
that she may be too.
She finally looks into the web
of winter tree limbs
and sees a simple pattern
repeated and expanded
into taking breath
stopping it
from its ragged in and out
slavery
and freeing it into the wind.

oct 25, 09

Cultured

Piling stones
to horde our souls
the scrapers
the rises
the apart-ments
We could all be the same
and not know
And when I find a same
from the inside of my apartment
They are so separate from here
I shake and shake the Polaroid
but I continue to disappear
and all the meaning
stored inside these piled stones
is crumbling.

Oct 5, 09

Hold Still

Eat representation
Eat communion from
one another's mouths
Scrolls we've swallowed
and coughed up
Paralyzed in their roll
Paralyzed in their left to right writing
It cannot be different
It has always been this way
Experience, paralyzed
To make it as edible as representation
Hold still
or
Things Fall Apart
Our mouths empty of community
The body and the blood
are just bones.

Oct 5, 09

Paraphrase

Freedom, a paraphrase for killing
Neology for creating self
not creating life
a new open, a person
it closes the order, the court
liberate self, liberate death
tame the uncivilization of the living
quiet the chaos of communication.

Aug 31, 09

Tragicomedy in Lab

The class dissected the worms
looking for the circulatory system
finding the parts, the patterns,
constituents. critical. to cut.
They laughed out loud
at the chaos in their eyes
And they turned brooding
over the tragedy
of order
Still new, and splayed out
close enough to see the miraculous
and close enough to see the death.

Aug 31, 09

Script

The children sang a unified identity
and it was for power
they were taught to begin and to end
together
and the song was written for power
they sang it for pleasure, for the joy
of solidarity, of sound.
And their playground language
never followed the same script.
But they grew up in power,
inherited it
Their culture
their singing
their identity
was power
their education
their family
their religion
was power.
They forget the lines
they check the script
This land is your land
This land is my land
from California
to the New York Islands.

sept 1, 09

Speak Me

Speak me
Language names me
it is before
me
It named itself before
I did
Before syntactic 'I'
Before semantic 'I want'
Language showed my face
in front of me
off of me
not under my hands but
before my eyes
And showed 'this is you'
eyes
and 'this is also you'
hands
And I understood 'this is not me'
the space between my eyes and hands.

Oct 5, 09

The Certain Light of Rain

The certain light of rain
that brings its own time with it
Makes the street lamps buzz
in the afternoon
Deciding- what authority -that all the day people
need a curtain pulled
After weeks and weeks of spinning holiday
weather into golden thread
The certain light of rain
puts barriers between every blink and step.

Sept 19, 09

Humidity

We kept so many towels in that house
as if they could soak up the humidity
but it was what made the moss grow
constantly. Something we
couldn't change
couldn't leave.
And when we did, we realized
it was air, not just extra water.
Our lungs are end
of autumn leaves.

Sept 6, 09