river don't move

Finals week: writing paper

2010-04-27T22:45:00.004-05:00

the torch handle burns
the born words turn bodies
loose

like genitalia,

on the heat of this dead line-
age
on the pyre of marginalia
pubes

these
scribblings
these
body wrinkles in brains
this writhing from
wombs
towards the surface.

the moon, they yell
rains light

without the hell
we write
page by page,

pregnant rage
strips
essays of clothes.

make me know
longer tongue and
primal rose

this is
where words
weak
die for
finalelipsis...

2010-04-25T22:22:00.002-05:00

tree
the narrowest waltz
of touch and shadow

the
sketched
flamingo
leg

splitting
vision like eggs
in two

what part of you
whites the sides

dots the eyes?

Weather one night stand or sleeping

2010-04-13T13:44:00.005-05:00

the man rolled
over when
his sleep heard
thunder

and
between
the open screen/
waking
up

his fingers
wandered, touching

the black thunderhead
of a woman's curls

begging to be seen
!forty tornadoes on the horizon

yet his eyes/heart
like the sky
refused to open

and as though
the storm could
at any moment
become (again) a dream...

heat rose
like good mornings/i love yous
from
asphalt

crows made nests
like devils fumbling
over
organs

a nameless tulip
like a martyr
begged for
rain

a cloud and
the broad man
moved like low pressure
systems
into position

weather between
sleep/sex
wind/dance

not even the day
after knew

as he reached over
the bed to
find a warm
imprint
in the pillow

a memory/a woman

2010-04-10T13:11:00.001-05:00

spring's
the thing

the woman
seen from great
distances

ha

the rose picks itself

up

2010-03-18T02:22:00.004-05:00

Poems are images in neighborhoods

a baby is crying
we hear it in the
elevator shaft

one boy is ashamed
the short man takes
a photo a pee

literally the skyline
sunlight sitting on
a bunch of chairs

the pigeon truth,
psychoanalyze the
sure in yes maybe
flying

the moustache
was a yes or no question
his man was bouquet
of strangers

o crosswalk o
safe as clocks
my mother's moon
arms pull me in

2010-03-04T12:31:00.008-06:00

besides
the gray red man
he's bald and needs a haircut
a bowl holds pho
sprouts and basil too
he throws
like a produce toupee
on the hot head of soup,
then pulls it closer
to his center of mass

his beard like moss
soaks up spoonfuls
dropping salty dew
off gray grass that
sins back in
the well of
bouillon

he begins
to think of
when
he lost his hair

(looking down, there)

mouthfuls of
age noodles
he couldn't bear
to gulp down

so he ate
The Soup of Losses
and
tosses up
pho
this
hour

memories of soup
devoured
by him and lament
besides

2010-03-04T12:21:00.003-06:00

1.
boners
in school
neither honor
nor cruel

2.
pooping
in school
like coping
with rules

2010-03-04T12:14:00.003-06:00

poem home

between
masturbating
and
writing sonnets on the swivel
chair (feet sweaty as a milk
glass)

i chewed
my nails

there there

2010-03-03T14:54:00.005-06:00

it's
to ripe in rind
to write in rhyme
to grip in wind
to rip, entwine
to tip the vine
to sip on wine
to trip on line
to grope unwound
the rhyme rebound
to ripen rhyme
to quip and pine
two reams of mine
two lips, the signs
to get the mime
to quit
two timing time

2010-03-03T14:28:00.002-06:00

i can say
i was in a canyon

rimmed
like a fish's mouth
or the bottom of a condom

i can say
i saw piano insides

hymned
like organ's tongue blue
or fingers on the pew

i can write
i am few walls

lim
ited

to nurturing,torturing
sound

image-
bound

2010-02-22T21:12:00.004-06:00

.guilty poem
i would
sex you adoringly
taking each clothespin
off the line
i would wrap myself
like a child in these dreams
so

i would
open up your ribs
cleaving each garlic clove
of each syllable
i would peel off skin
as though pain was hangnail
so

i would
smile like a church usher
fondling the plate
of words and dollars
i would place on alter
as though the pastor's cloak smiled
so

-------------------

so
as though the pastor's cloak smiled
i would place on alter
of words and dollars
fondling the plate
smile like a church usher
i would

so
as though pain was a hangnail
i would peel off skin
of each syllable
cleaving each garlic clove
open up your ribs
i would

so
like a child in these dreams
i would wrap myself
off the line
taking each clothespin
sex you adoringly
i would
guilty poem.

2010-02-19T12:01:00.019-06:00

Eagan

I drove back to
assemble
)like seeing through snow)
assembly lines
that made my
home
upon home

splitting levels
of memory and future

I torture
the hour glass.

The tower's mass
(god alas.)
which only casts
suburb's shadows

was made of water
as unreal as
cul-de-sacs
ethereal.

Recycled by design
I was re-signed
to dwell
on heaven
as well as
home.
---------

back then up
on the awning
the door would open (yawning
bored of monochrome) for
smiles faker than the floor

*linoleum

is where I shaped my core
of sheen
is where I opened presents
plastic

was birthed by petroleum
machines

was sewn by metal hands
spastic

like my mom's
as she
changed
the channel
with her manicure.

and the chemicals, I fear,
hid like cellophane ghosts

as I slept like a computer in
my bed
powered down
still
warm as toast
not breathing at all
like walls
and
water tower

whose
water would fall
to our sink

whose
shadow, I think, I saw
out windows. pained

I was
by its whiteness
as though my eyes were
rubbed
with chlorine,
and they were
in the
tub
too clean

-------

So I am standing here next
to my plastic car
admiring the angles
of childhood

the compounds
of shots taken
the composition
of art
the chemical makeup

of my
heart
here-made by
pre-made homes
for making children.

they return like radiation
and in contemplation
hide
in dark rooms
with
film

also dipped
in formal de hyde

2010-02-09T21:16:00.004-06:00

internship

maybe a tie
will wear an I
more like
a smile wears
a mile of falsity--

o this eternal dream of mine!
to get unpaid
building former
ladders

how, I hear stories of
retrieving copies and coffee
in this false city!
where
the men wear suits
of glass
and buildings, lasso
horizons and
pearls of reflection

can't wait for the indigestion
of this subway experience
traveling like a fork through
esophagi

can't wait to
wear hard brown smog to sleep,
like a sarcophagi

WAIT...

can't tour
bus-subterranean nightmares
even if
like a nice guy
I (shhhh)grin.

2010-02-08T13:49:00.008-06:00

languish in language
angels in English
mince the minstrel, whose been waxed
by sin-taxed. Caught in looms
thought aplomb
is the stitch of his smile
o the sentence of the sentence!

o pretense of pretense
thee
3 strings of grammar
is
the which of this while
said fingers who pluck
our ears to hear

dead lingers to suck
this fear that we're
only playing 3 notes

lonely swaying, we wrote
the sound of sound
a round of around
demon-ish
till
the high chairs of why-heirs?
diminished
at the round table of found bAble

it's here
the glamor of grammar
broke like strings

but
spoke like sings
eng
glow of eng bliss!

as the poets burned
at the tree so
that words flow
branch,
bereave

2010-02-01T00:30:00.002-06:00

meanwhile a man
was hit by an electric car
he was coming home from the bread
store

holding a video
game controller, my
friend was looking
for his beer,

2010-01-28T21:17:00.004-06:00

full poem,
frozen lake

can it be that like fish,
words
swim like swords under the
ice?

tell me walleye
(as you breath in
the questions of cold air)
did I walk out
and drill a hole
wishing you would become
an answer?

Should I pull up
every swum sound
from
forgotten mouths
to
freeze scales to words
and melt words to scale

tell me,
impossible survivor
swimming under death ceilings
tell me
in the cursive of your dying
what it means to
live too cold to know
the line
you become.

2010-01-23T12:59:00.002-06:00

laughing stock,
invisible number
he wanders from home
right out
to white out
(economic) conditions
scrapping
the sense, says
black tie tongues
of today’s electric(ians)
----the colored scrolls that roll acrosscreens----
he’s got
paper slips in platinum palms
shouting at (The American People) a moon above the chandelier,
an insideoutpocket, a cried face
He pierces the air
with prices
slices the S’es of elyi$ian ) illu$ion) He’s
graced by the holy
of spirits, you know, like
what’s mouthed through wooly
beards

Oh twirling like signs, dollar ones.

Today a will chapter is
a would law
still
Who wrote all
these, Mon..

he? Then the suit the saint
speaks lapsed psalms to
others dressed as bible covers,
holding also papers

that’s how how the economy is de-scribed

(a bell rings)
he dreams
of palmsomwhere
a blonder beach
a reclining chair
a topless car
pave loved.

he drives condo and
has sex like
eels despite the recession
of his hairline

and the wine
feels quite
like a rising stock
in his belly

till he turnsover
laughing crying
in his sleep.

2010-01-22T21:50:00.006-06:00

freezing reign
sidewalks become like talking to
mother through the door

difficult, for sure
you are angry.

snow, you know
is as good as a made bed

you view like
the vapid moon
on afternoons

of

blue

enough said.

2010-01-18T00:14:00.007-06:00

Hair,
he be long (in arms)
with Here, as long as
length requires
he admires strength
of Here heart beats.

Here curls curl
down Here resting down
and his own hand
lumps round Here chest
which he-art-beats
like stone
molding epiphany

rest assured
holding any heartbeats
heard means Here Hair could
pump blood

still
his still
in
touch
asks:
what
body's parts
are heartless arts?

This room,
room for whom
but two
life-less
slipped through
the sequence
of my-hand-to-your-chest
beats-
you under stand my hand
as spoken life to the
redlessly dead

Ether's Real Ethereal

Hair and The air
broke,n snares.

2010-01-17T22:59:00.017-06:00

(as far as)
well,,, past the end
tunnels begin like
lungs in cannons or

(rosies)
fell,,,the years'
theories like wingless
bees born

(in heaven) or
hell,,,swelling like a
rose sent
from the gardens
of memories
untilled...we

(are concerned)
bell,,,worried earth of worth
we'll shape time sublime
into the only ovarydeeply
grown
alone

bell bell bell
weeping like
its ring around

(as far as
numbered sound
or ashy rose
goes)

2010-01-15T23:01:00.001-06:00

corn's talk
ears create sound out of wind

parallel eyes
me. and you. create silent adoration

petrify words unknown
to make poems unsaid

sleepless nights in unmade
beds

unmade beds in sleepless
nights

2010-01-15T19:52:00.017-06:00

This politician
said he, at age eleven,
swept up broken glass
for 50 cents
an hour
and ironed his dollars
to get to heaven
(due to sin and dirt)
till he
switched
to collars and shirts
(really, a dandy )
said he bought candy
with his cash,
in addition
he asks
"Will you
yourself explode
to kill?"
"I will", I mask my grin
taking in
my fill of
feigned pride
"I'd shatter myself
on streets of dirt!"

"But will it hurt?
he teases
"No," I said "Not for the dead.
But, still
pain lingers
for those
nearby"

"Yes of course,
why I've
picked
up pieces of
bottle corpses
and cut my
fingers!" he remembers.

"Plus, it's us" he throttles then adds
"The senators and saints
the moms and dads
that faint after retreiving
the dismembered
on streets"

After awhile I sass, "Funny, so with no
money
there's no
treats."

"No alas, bills will the killing.
But I
wish it wasn't true
that pieces were
diseases; the scattered feces and faces
the chopped Visas
and missing dues. "
he ends unduly
glad

tying his shoes
crude of crude
spritzing cologne oils
spoiled of spoiled
latching his chain
brain of brains
scooting
away from
me
in his daily
three
piece
Ar
ma
ni
law suit.

2010-01-12T21:41:00.008-06:00

p(l)o(v)em.

plovem(aybe)
each sideways chat
about that, y(l)o(ve)u know,
((lacks))
(a space between each finger) needed
to grab h(ands)
((and)) maybe plovem
each time my brain kisses your
forehead of demands
(((a typewriter to a page)))
I bore (head) first
to paraphrase
in b(etween) ursts

and maybe plovem
shaper of
parent* and seas**
(see also: *hypothetical could be, **...sea also as heavy)

I need chains
instead of brackets

and I love yous instead
of

p(l)o(v)ems (

2010-01-12T20:57:00.004-06:00

Americassemblylines

EAST

friend builds sails

stitching waves for oceans.

MIDDLE

i write poems

embroidering motion.

empty land how wind

distends you,

distanced you.

WEST

friend sails out on sounds

pulling up ropes from oceans

and poems writhe like

crabs he finds

in cages.

2010-01-02T14:32:00.004-06:00

the water towers
don't look like highchairs anymore

standing on
stilts
to peer just
above the trees

but rather
like megaliths

casting blue shadows
over ramblers on cinder blocks
and children on bikes...

if you squint you can see
birds
clinging to the massive dominoes
like dots

and if you dream
the
black letters
of towns appear....

but this year
towns have
gone

and cities
drink invisible water.

2010-01-02T14:08:00.003-06:00

somewhere across the great plain there is
a mountain
standing like
a dead grandfather
on the horizon of memory

blue and
swollen.

somewhere across the great plain there is
a wrathful tree
rooted like
an old god
on the plateau of childhood

wiry and
cracked.

somewhere across the great plain there is
an unpainted house
rotting like
a mother's kiss
on the cheek of a snowy hill

young and
growing.

somewhere across the great plain there is
a glowing sun
plummeting like
a penny
into the puddle of western sky

infinite and
hording.

2010-01-01T23:25:00.004-06:00

On writing sonnet:

I wish to know what's on it.

2010-01-01T23:15:00.004-06:00

in front of
a mirror
I feel more naked
in front of
my dear

2010-01-01T22:46:00.004-06:00

you were kissed
(by me).

the sun touched the window three
less times
than our four
trysts

built not of floors
but of arms to hips
and
tip
toe
to reach
lips,

Two.

Their mine
so
I was kissed
(by you)

line to line.

2010-01-01T21:50:00.007-06:00

I am given
a wrinkled infant.

i didn't know what
to do
with the rutabaga
too

How do i make food
with goo goo ga ga?

i held the arms
that reached out from wombs
or farms
as if
on stage
oo oo la la

and lathed
them off

like cobwebs or rocks
in tomb or cave

holding the head
i whispered like a gas stove
(or empty grave)
putting fire to ears
like words to love
or stories to bed

(for years)
simmering young thoughts
to broth...

and the
seasoning
is
as plain
as roots of man
that beg for spring
like
me, a tree
in wind
.....in AWW ta bleee

for to cook is to look
and to sway is to sway.

2009-12-30T20:36:00.005-06:00

Cold Bodies Going into Warm Places

The hand that clicks and calyx, a flower
which shakes for sunrise like a child,
undreams the nightmare that empowered
the fingers folded then compiled
to lose their soul, a reddish color
and lose their mind, a seed thing smaller
than sunlight dim--the feed that brings
the hand to glow as golden rings
and open full and fresh as lovers
with arms outstretched and lips apart
with skin agog, a textured art.
The palm is smiling then uncovers
itself from pedals, pockets thin,
to talk through shadows. Day begins.

2009-12-29T20:13:00.003-06:00

1.

winter squash

weather
good or bad

you sleep
like an infant.

of a birth so
normal

your father can't
hold you?

2.

sasquatch
your leaf footprints
lead to
a yellow flower,

Gourd's mother.

3.

I tear you open
like an envelope

the letter inside
I have destroyed

now it appears as though
you wrote
me
wet cobwebs

4.
I know
You have a nose
You have a face
I suppose

5.

named after a season
still
you need more seasoning

6.

(o)varies
each tube

so carries
leach blood

squirming
gluttonously

without a stomach

2009-12-05T12:38:00.006-06:00

Cold bodies going into warm places

behind you speaks the cold relating
a story storing fever's chill
whose wind, its words, the snow elating
replacing ink whose twirling quill
defers its grace to hands that shiver
yet reach for warmth that surely give her
the heat of coldness you abhor
when going swiftly through the door
of either home or love's deceiving:
the kiss you felt was lost in time
the time we shared, a voiceless rhyme
whose lapse in breath like warmth bereaving
this cold you're feeling 'gainst your cheeks
whose days are longer than its weeks.

2009-10-28T17:44:00.003-05:00

unripe walnut
a planet and a silence
heavy, heavier, heaviest
the psalm of palm can hold
unsonorous green in
a fist clenching twice to incise hands
a tree growing once to split sides
...and never have you held something denser, unrealized
not
a shovel
a bible
an elbow
pages and lips say, wind, and
wallnuts
fall (thunkingly)
thinkinground, like skulls
rotting like autumn
revealing the heartouch
like spring,
thought
the walnut tree
and the boy with hands

2009-10-19T22:17:00.003-05:00

ethereal cathedral
grandfather lungs
taller than towns
bigger than groves
Will the earth
Will the grave
Support your spires?
share your roots?

2009-10-04T17:37:00.009-05:00

Dove

God, I'm dead.
I was (if you hadn't
noticed)
a silent comma
on the
power line
just
above
your head

September
like a sneeze
I flapped
my wings
for a passing car
you may
have driven
remember?

Oh then I died!
just
dropped
like a
child's rock
........but realize
I plodded on to the end.

A Clock's Hand
.
A Cloud's Feather

A Pause's cause
turned, my God,
into a sidewalk
apostrophe.

2009-09-26T17:27:00.005-05:00

Ominousness

I.

realize
real eyes

real eyes
realize
real
lies

your curls
translate rivers

II.

mind
train's late.

translate
train slate:
gray-car
words
fall asleep
on
tongue-rail
mouth and
dream of
her
whorled
city of
an
ear

kisses on the neck
speak through flowers

III.

I
defer
the danger of
each touch

the melancholy
pleasure of
each blond
gaze

the opera of basil
leaves cheeks of
rouge and
tongues of fugue
kisses

2009-09-20T20:34:00.002-05:00

I.
woods

walk
through me
run h(air))
(roughly)
between
these fingers
and
ravines, those.

i am both God
and Father
you can be
Holy Spirit
dove
or
highway
trees in
car
and
mem
or
ies

II.
woman

su p i n e
your reaching
touch like the
twirling leaf
........if
1 eye
found it
falling
(delicate
ly)
.......oh

like
I!
the moment
(um)....
of
your body

III.
writer

no one touches

like the strand
of hair
close
to
teeth
closer to tongue

You will ask
?Where are you
.I will say sitting alone
in the poem
of
your jaw

2009-09-13T16:05:00.005-05:00

Dad's Hand

fa(r)ther and s(o)on
love
is
this trembling
ineffable.
like the flesh of
the freckled(ad)
like the guffaw
of (da)drunk

like the shuddering
hand(ad)
of an abstract
expressionist
of a scotch
drinker

the smell of flesh
paint on the canva(skin)

the chuck
ling
ice
against the glass

but alas
how son stares
transfixed
as though he watches
a cobra's tongue
or
mother's sad lips

before the da(dies)
and after dad let go
of my
mother's thick grip
a a a nd
his
h h h and
fluttered away
ruddy and monarch-like
in wordless wind
free
yet
fettered
to ground
like the gravity spanning
fa(r)ther
and
so(o)n

2009-09-10T14:25:00.003-05:00

1. Metaphor

b...read for book
c...rust..for cover
s...pine. for knife
s lice....for letter
g...rain...for word

2. Writer

reptilian brain
wrinkling licker
somehow sinks
somehow slinks
through lounges
for tongues

3. Speaks

quiet and curious as conversations
with broken glass
a deer or
dandelion

4. Hungry

to consume to remorse
every morsel
on the cutting board
to hunt to devour
every black fly
on the page

5. Reality.

all's gone
dinner's done
Nonetheless
I guess
not
the scale
and the dull knife

2009-09-03T01:25:00.004-05:00

TRIP

voice on the radio
cat inthe window seal
that word, thinking about
mechanisms that bottle wine
years to rust, a water tower
nameless as a man
playing dominoes

--------------------------

a light switch
which is which
on or off
dusk or dawn
after napping

--------------------------

before extending road
like how, sitting coach
you wonder how a pilot
flame hip feels looks
at the imprint present, shadows
in the desert (eons in pockets)

----------------------------

North Dakota?
the moving body, power line
pole, power line pole remember
the travel darkness?
like loving your mother as
her face becomes younger
through the glass
of a car....

leaving the spineless hill-body
to appear traveling/directional
as Great Plains here (were) like
the hospital birth-bed, and
this wanting sleep, a rainless
bow, holding, like a haybail--
primoridialmomentumtowards
the soporific thought
clap towards coffee/mountains

-------------------------

past Minot, lived there,
with its one glass
building and its small
river ( a treeless creek
along the railway). It is in
a small valley a child's palm
or a pause between eager-talking
train-goers' words

-------------------------------

ducks in the creek
along the train, there is
a storm or a mountain
somewhere past revealed
limestone, a horse stands
against a white cloud on
a hill--the oil pump is
pumping oil. Black against
white--plain against mountain,
tie against shirt, spinning
sleep against starch white pillow
the eye of a sunflower---
tunnelvision on the train
cars like pages in this never
opened book. It's raining west
of here, there is a blue
water tower too, and a sky.
It's raining a wall or a
hymn on the border
I need sleep or conversation
an apple or a town.

---------------------------------

almost raining, there was a
wall of raining, color of concrete
or jeans, along the Missouri
river, a birth canal the bent
leather bible, see those names raise and begot
like prairie grass, and the rain shafts!

------------------------------

luck is real
hold on to my thumb
touch my eye
-----------------------

pictures of streets
through the glass
once a mountain
elegantly balanced
between what's measured,
streams.
wears haze like pantyhose
and glaciers like painted nails
around 3pm the sunlight glinted
off a woman's face
as I descended on the
road down the mountain
like a T.V signal
or visions into the waitress's hips
walking like a bighorn sheep
giving me a glass of
milk
shapes like cowlicks or road-going
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Malta, MT. Outside town
cows/black and haystacks/ yellow
hello lack of distance
(I've traveled)
and Montana is as infinite as
the will to sleep in the grass
we pass on the trains moving
like the word modern in the
ear of an architect
(and buildings are the pauses
the silence of dusty drifting)
sleep, sleep, wished for in
undreams and the inexhaustible
calyx of yellow sunflower fields
a color like mourning
the cemetery spaces
places for elemental brown corpses
---------------------------

adumbration of noon's
tower, the brow of heaven in
the entering light. heaven
------------------------

seattle,
the salt water?
blackberries or clouds asunder
pacific ideas dropped from
some blue source, the
smallest low-pressure moon or
hanging mobile
a white cap, speaking on trains
running hands through essays
of hair, bodies through
bays move-breath
and need novels: trees-like-seagulls
-------------------------

blackberry lip, dappling
stains like farms
in Washington mountains
we've eaten touched
sternums, meters of
poems, spitting
out seeds as we long
for others ripe heaviness
the sound of black
in Seattle
---------------------------------

A city a city
how seattled
it sounds, across on
Bainbridge island
the traffic the traffic
how wide is America
the young professional tapping fingers
on a diner table
the land the land
how west-cities
raise up for the heaviness
of the east its iron
its crops its skyscrapers
the scale the scale

----------------------

seagulls haze
weighs regal
against real
seattle, the depths
of sound
prattle the found

--------------------

buttes and fences
clouds and horizons
nothing is touching
not a blackbird in
unison
not a story about
trains
the wrinkles on a the man's
hand
all skirting frictionless
down the plain
like oil on the pan the
train the prehistoric tongue, the
plaid man w/ glasses around his neck
sauntering bitterly down the aisle
past the sleeping sleeping the past
sipping coffee hoping for
cigarette burning--a rock jutting
through the grass (limestone)
hope or hearing
of the inexhaustible silver train
a guardrail/ needle towards
the of death or the memories
of mountains/ bitten fingernails
and "foreign telephone wires"- Janet
I met her said this
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Janet also:

Shrooms
recorder
caves
Valhalla

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hills without rivers
dream and suspire (Sapphire?)
like the officious evergreen, an ear
against my ear, sliding shadow of cloud
dance in my lung bottom, foothill the...

--------------------------------

alphabets made for deserts
the tongue of the land
and the sage brush punctuating
mountains. intoning
the distances

----------------------

the droning design
a cloud shifts
mechanical across the iron
sky, a desert on wheels
a serpentine train
breath and the blue veins of
impossible mountains,
2 spines of 1 God, will precede

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the w of each thought
climbing mountains or leaving
love (the hands would clasp
two siccadas dreamlessly
dying)(and the warmth of
the palm's heartbeat warmer than crying)
revealed like curls to hands yellow to flower
or sigh to haiku-

desert/ mountain
voicelessly

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insatiable valley
mountains-hands
buffered by
seas of air-waves of lovelost
travels a hesitant pilgrim
an undulating stream
a mute prayer
a mouth
and its intangible lips
.........to hear God's knuckles
.........to see God's chin
emptiness and discovery
to feel the book exhale
to taste the lilac's shadow
placed along the water
a dream once
lover floating above lover
leaf above leaf
trembling unreachables

2009-08-15T23:49:00.002-05:00

Old man
bell pepper face
mouth like an open
field

2009-08-15T23:48:00.002-05:00

theresomethingwrong
a shoe on the side
of the road

2009-08-11T12:36:00.003-05:00

the art on the wall
the child on the bed
in the room
the inside of a camera

flowerless vase, this heaven
flowerless vase, this hell

incubus tornado
soundless bell

2009-08-05T01:07:00.011-05:00

I.
tomato
eat the mouth
inside
out
if the heart
did hang

II.
tomorrow tomato
will pick you
tomato tomorrow

III.
worries red
perfected flesh
fed the wish
of hurried
salt-
...teeth as shiny
...as redly leaf
.......beneath agust

VI.

wouldn't you like
to wait till september
to remember
the ember
you were
ripely, salaciously
now
feeding your
mother, brother.

V.
oh i have lips
if you did
oh

VI.
and to slice slice
there we go
a mutual french kiss
touch my tongue
jokingly innocent
the seeds
unnoticeable as
saliva
the skin as
taut as the
red balloon
or
arms to noon

VI.

firextenguisher
august is too hot
not
to
mimic
autumn
with spring pulled
from
cool collections
(follow directions)
squelch the quench
wrench the belch
touch the flame-y
tongue

VII.

Let's have sex.
After I eat you.

VIII.

with tomatoes
so heavy
she can't reach
that high

IV.

THE BAMBOO
and its t(og)ether
hold up the pregnant
plant
...... -
........-
........-
husband's hand
powerline's pole

X.
perches red doves
on
the windowsill
still there is no
such thing
as red doves
but maybe
tomatoes make it
so
in their quiet
white
kitchen
cooing, cooling, coiling
on
inside
the

XI.
you
I am in love
with
everything
I didn't know
all those books at the library
all those rainforest languages
all those curving theories
all those black keys
all those lapping waves
all those sex positions
all those half moons
all those cigarettes
all those curls
all with you
all those unripe tomatoes
aww
ahh
all

2009-08-03T09:40:00.007-05:00

...............a flipping car,body
tossing in this accidental sleep
t(his) memorized drive this darkly dream
just once
a cowlick and a boy
the smell of sap
and a trampoline
and he came in for lunch
the ceiling fan was there
like the writhing church kyrie
like the ambulating hawk
like the goodbye right hand
and its
erasing
.....blurred circles of memory
the car's hubcap seems
backwards moving
like coughing
like guilt
like pistons
of a iron lung or...distant friendship
far groping sound
the-xylophone-of-humidity
trouble in thick
trauma
echoes between god's
scaring
the injured
mountain
a sheet a body in bruises and glass on the road

..........................................ejected from the car.
..........................................splayed out across the sheets.

2009-07-27T14:47:00.002-05:00

a car travels down the highway
its lights are on
the night is off
dances rapture ./. longing
yes firefly
no lambent love

2009-07-27T14:39:00.005-05:00

yo
u
turn over leaf arm
opening door and
moon like smirking
through its shadow
like closeto ha ha ha
sliver of shivering light
collects all night qualms
hangnails i. e.
this heart
a shoebox foroverexposed
pictures
this mouth of film
this body darkroom
whisper and ...doom
unraveling
as gropeyes
adjust
to too
much light
or much
twoo
less
to
yo
u

2009-07-27T11:41:00.000-05:00

word
dog runs across the yard
not mine the sun sets

2009-07-22T10:44:00.003-05:00

...morgen
auf der Wiese
zittern die Blätter des
nebligsten Buches
so
fruchtsam nach diesen
kauernden Pflanzen

die wie Ärmel
in der Luft tanzen

die kleine Füβe
aufwarten

die wie Flüβe
den Lese rauschen

Lärm und Gemüse
wortlos tauschen

...mmorning
upon the meadow
the leaves of
of foggiest book tremble
as fearfully as these
cowering plants

that dance
like sleeves in the wind

that wait for little field
feet

that whisper the yield
like rivers

noise and vegetable
ineffably dealing

2009-07-20T23:24:00.001-05:00

these (kitchen) flowers are from where?
her body sways as oil enters the pan
completely she a place
soundless as soporific trains
as groundless as the hanging clock
time in curls kissing my neck
upon (still) waking up
naked and perfect
while the sun blows
breeze and these
leaving thoughts
waiting flowers
simmer
tremor.

2009-07-15T20:49:00.003-05:00

question mark
of sleeping body
where go the arms intheirownway
cursively struggling
as the tomato weighs itselfdown
and the cucumber plant
writhes coolly through chicken
wire laying leaf lyres
the garden seams to sleep
and inaudibly screams
not asparagus
nightmares
but (d)reams of
produce petrified
stonestill
calflocks
until
a suddenly dead oak tree
its medusahair branches
this sleep suddenly
leaves behind
its
question

2009-07-12T10:19:00.001-05:00

genuflect
tree in wind
like looking for
stones to skip

pray
limbs into swift river
like gathering (slowly)her
fingers

this listening touch.

2009-07-09T22:32:00.000-05:00

hands like the shovel
handle
coarse and empowering
cradle
hands like an oval
ladle
hands hot for devouring
able
hands (delicious ideas) doleful
tables
and
(too often forgetting
Fingers)

2009-07-09T22:26:00.000-05:00

it rained outside not
in the house
the mother
how she took breaks
from washing dishes
and stared through the blinds
like a child out a school bus
window
warm as just waking up
cold as silverware or
hands after the water
drains

2009-07-06T12:14:00.004-05:00

.........................................(i)
like moving
fingerprints along
the whorl of an ear
dust ............it
arises from
(the) meaning (lace) of (curtain) light
as fingers they grab the
Morephysical
like an offering plate
like they created it
like they could taste it
it day strawberry
each seed
a fingertip a light beam a coin
each touch
cuts a
pyramid
discovers the emptiest
middle
invites the sexless
body
to the cardinal.................red
.....................................of the
...................................cen(i)ter

2009-07-05T09:14:00.004-05:00

dropped a potato on the linoleum............sex..........rain grew from everypoint as hair
..................................................................as
.................................................................sex

2009-07-03T18:45:00.003-05:00

you, perhaps making me .................... I,
think of lemons

you, and your body as the wind.......... I,
blows the curtain back

you, standing on tiptoes...................... I,
for a kiss

you, somehow you the yellow.............. I,
of everydandelion

you, the touch and the eager ........I, am not sure.

2009-07-03T18:42:00.004-05:00

I.
the notepad of our hands
as my thumb walks/jots
d
o
w
n
the allies of your palm
we, lost like house numbers, stroll
a w a y
f
r
o
m
the patio light’s flickering unknowing
and ...................................t
..........................................o
..........................................w
..........................................a
..........................................r
..........................................d

the televisionstatic of city s kyline
an eyelash on
the horizon

II.
the hot summer night of a
kiss

2009-07-03T18:42:00.001-05:00

sleep
not seeing snakes by the house
sleep
buttering toast
sleep
forgetting the page of a book
sleep
piano pedal
sleep
pictureless frame
sleep
cooking
noodles
in
hot water

2009-07-03T17:06:00.004-05:00

poetics of
f
elled trees
.Silence. Examination.
f
ield of ribs, a
sternum, a place for shadows
f
ind bodies
(like), half notes
f
ind aurora, teainhotwater
f
ind the sickly moon
light re
f
lected off pupil
sky
f
ind Degas
(tiptoeing) in after
.Mon(suns)et
.....blackchalking
.........daysunbuttoned
.................]collar[
i
(n)
f .......ind
i
nitely.

2009-07-03T17:05:00.000-05:00

lookatthatshadow
where’s the moon?

woke up to look in the fridge
oah lights like eye whites!

squintatthemoonface
where’s IT then?

stares at sun like we at IT
coolly as the space IT left

only in our sky

2009-06-29T21:01:00.003-05:00

the cross of legs
a nose-like subtlety
as (while walking) wood floor
talking
or taking
breaths or change
from the
tightest
pocket----
thighs that comfort
each
other like skittish lips
suffocating happenstance
-as me ta phor-
the pulse of Things
cleaves
dove-wings

2009-06-27T23:25:00.001-05:00

everything said to touch
like an art i choke on, tongues
also eyebrow like day bats and
laughing as squirrels play
!poetry speaks
with (in our hands) swords?
ah (yes,) word sneeze across
the places we are not one or two where
you, no, not you, exist only like
the shadow of a cat (a chess piece
or unseen river)
told wordless
me these
things—I
may
kiss
you in detail
in deformoftouching
while delighting metaphorlessly
dims
as right meow

.......until (pillowlessly)fallinginto
FALSE SLEEP
LIKE WHEN THE SUN KISSES
THE LAST FULL TREE
OR I, YOUR SHOULDER
IMPERFECTLY

2009-06-27T23:22:00.003-05:00

air conditioning

cool as moon
quiet as sunday

enter my lungs
like a prayer

chill the skin
like milk

i am the curtain
..............half open
you are the breeze.

2009-06-27T23:22:00.001-05:00

two [] deer.
no-horizons the sunset never leaves either
two rivers.
thirsty the water drinks (slowly)
two people.
supinely naked, wading like sleep
across the valley’s two
distances

2009-06-22T02:01:00.004-05:00

body
the smell of mint
.......smile
cat’s paw under
door
remind me
........fingers t h r o u g h h a i r
like solstice through sleep
...................of
her minutes of lips
..(and hours of hips)

2009-06-21T00:24:00.001-05:00

watching him light incense
birth-giver

2009-06-19T17:41:00.012-05:00

storm forehead
implodes Or(ephace)us
like dominoedus doves
lyres tuned
for the thunderhead
of girlhair
.stand. hands on
ribs (fragile as
somehow stars against
WeRATHErDANCE
observing the sky
!A’ clock! shift tick tock wind
whopping hair
like an apostrohpe
lightning finds
the hiding face like
looking too long
at a lily, the lover
her
timpani of an eyeball
tempestuous seed-thing
expecting
the rainfall melody
thirsty as
gloaming
disemb(O!)dies,
the ponder(ing)ous trees

.........................................men walking
.............................barkwards cleaved
..........................................watching heat
..........................................lightning.

2009-06-18T21:37:00.002-05:00

old man
holding a harmonica
in his palm
like a pair of glasses
or a few stories
walks for his
shadow

2009-06-17T18:20:00.001-05:00

she is as the first rain
drops holding the camera
stepping back one
eye closed falling
into the revealed touch
takes the picture turns
brushing my
wrist as the first rain
drops cover the street
like waltz or war

2009-06-16T11:27:00.005-05:00

Triku

The lemon of smile
Curls move are the wind like
Talk of rain showers

The bend of skyline
sparrows move are the wind like
fugue of traffic flow

I am my body
parts move are the levers more
like words or cat tails

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The lemon of smile
the bend of skyline
I am my body

Curls move are the wind like sparrows
move are the wind like parts move are
the levers more

Talk of rain showers
fugue of traffic flow
like words or cat tails

2009-06-15T00:45:00.001-05:00

Bibles
shoes, little
ministers
with their
own sermons
grown like nails
and told like gaits
the step of tongues
but when they wait, leather lungs.

2009-06-14T16:15:00.003-05:00

I.
Time. the currents are mothers in memories, river
backwards rusty and pure
like inedible fruit, a vanitas
sort of

II.
Thing. dead poets arewere saccades,
what is a word while it lives?
the shadow of a bird
larger and swooping,
a shell-like-vacant-time screeching
inas a tree
kind of

III.
Life. and creep streamlike
into the mind ripples, ravine
forwards chantless green (antique)
and breathless (singer)
like those sinking thoughts
what’s the meaning of
kind of

IV.
Thoughts.

2009-06-10T22:15:00.005-05:00

This here for Wednesday

2009-06-09T02:04:00.000-05:00

palmed realm
to touch

palmed realm
to be touched

nothing is possible

2009-06-08T00:34:00.004-05:00

Canisayswallowedbydarkness?
I am a working lung
I magine the body asleep

a coat closet
a refrigerator

Canisayorganstangledbydarkness?
I don’t know the insides
I walk with,in

a touch
an onion
sweet and consummate

2009-06-04T09:56:00.000-05:00

catfish plod upstream
like lost limbs
can you see them?

2009-06-04T09:47:00.000-05:00

unfathomable growth
latent tongue
width of trees
span of sky
word muscle
inundates the maul
unraveling ball

treetops, teeth cringe
sky mouth rends the
jaw splits like bark asunder
until we surrender
to hunger hidden like
veins in lips

tongue tastes its own blood
sky is its own blue
tree becomes its brood
depth, loop

2009-06-04T01:24:00.004-05:00

O crescendo of day to night
the Shadow
the ribs of spring,
a centipede in the shower
a sturgeon washed ashore
like holding the spine of a book

the rain plasters itself to the
sky like a kiss to memory
suspended motion
revealed
distances are the valleys
earth unparalleled
bowed and breathing

gave now giving birth
everybone a current

everyrock the chill remembered
everycloud a microwave

a storm is coming or going
teeth know the walnut crack
a boiled crab stepped on,
wine in the stomach
the word vermouth
her mouth, wordless
like a leaf, a single lantern,

everything, sex without sound
nor pleasure
immeasurably, indelibly
pressured
press
ures
the spring sternum, s
hards a,wait
ing co,llapse