the dream again
craving the clean, still
a washed heart
an unswallowed
unsaid (seed unsewn a stone
saintly ungrown again)
flawless frail cause
still forming.
flowers abound in fields I've forgotten
bees still grace leaden petals
hills still
heave a deep breathing
a heavy chest
a pleasure
rhapsodic harmonic
the lowly kinetic response
so easily triggered
by biggest eyes
always newest surprise
delicate elegant
newest graciousness
embellishment
this gradient
I must have misconstrued
or immobilized this memory:
the M I chose to use
was a meglomaniacal me
I’m finding the love I’m looking for.
was the one that I adored
the more admirable score?
I’ve lost my home
you made me roam
to find inside you
— denied too —
your mystery
swallows me
one, once the taste of sweetest fruit
the unstoppable copper optic
orbiting absorbing eye
graciously questing
every entreating angle
every ingratiating oscillation
in every exhalation
an intoxication of air
inhaling an endless stare
and a perhaps too–long–lingering kiss before a cab ride home
no tongue, no teeth, no forbidden new arrangement
no taste, no space, no trap
but—oh!—the softest Jewess
the perfect feline lips
aren’t anyhip the
wildest desirest magical mixture
the loveliest carbohydrate mixture,
the shared wine & time
and the stolen skin hits, the
forbidden closeted closeness
& nothing beyond the beauty boundaries—
no fodder for shame
simply the sacred hidden magic
of unspoken uninvoked intention
entrenching drenching paranoia
indelible unstallable hell
echoing & bellowing creature
permissive undaunting cell
shell of shock, padlocked
looming doom & dangling
spangled danger pangs
& an unclear ringing
stinging lingering song
enragingly long
strung out stretched beyond
straining on & on
tragically redeemable
yet so misleadable
honestly the deepest pockets of me
reek of proxy
I am a lucky living thing
blessed with blinding light
left beside the stellar sight
that pairing tends to bring.
filling all the last spaces
the orbiting wild dogs
the dog stars courting themselves
a lost loop
afraid of the children
a retained bus hysteria
a dual of stares
the bared teeth
no barren smiles
a fearful creature
remembering jungle books
rotten fruit
spoiled cherry
frozen eyes
glory glare
hater later
lost forever
blank
abyss
I am free
I am weightless
I have no need
I have a sense of body
I have a sense of outside
I have a sense of senses around me
I have a sense of a churning inside
a perpetual heat
I have a sense of lights
oh the
dangerous slipping,
the teetering teetotaller’s antithesis
stubborn & stuck deep inside
a rolling uncovered boil
a blurring burning,
a creature’s coil churning the
savored lust motor,
breaking the stolen ocean
dreaming the cheap breakthrough
the requested consumption
the requisite liquid lapping
the guessed fantastic
a greased fanatic
to lick the lowy limbs!
the stolid slow & simple
autolyming
paroxysms of paradox
the fox’s blond coven
the deepest sweetest den
the sugar fountain
starriest scariest
lascivious, luscious
lazy & lackadaisical
saintly scent: synonymous stranger
savory lavender flavor
coconut oil glossed dream
candy blur, paired bartender
trapper bluer fisherman
tastiest truest tradition
video insomnia stimulation
sticky tissue company supporter
lost fab fish twisting the
mordant, current, comedy
prince of thighs
meow the fading murmuring
(check no. 470753)
the stinging purity
glorification of
petrifaction
a loser to leave her
alone?
staying for the strength
of love?
lover / beloved
loner bemused
a muse
marking lots
drawing straws
strewing curves
courting hips
splicing eyes
brushing other hair
the last one left over there—.
Dear Dearest—
Living with this lonely fear, I find you everywhere escaping me, lost in the lurking shadows, constantly rounding this corner, and that. I feel as though I lose you every moment. I hear you whispering in this wind, and winding away.
I live in this billowing distance. You have turned from me once, and will turn from me again; every time again. You are remembered; a molten memory. My longing looses you always.
I seek the searing pain, pulling you in and pushing off. I pray to you, plead for peace. I whither when loved and looked after. I bare my barren self, fill myself up and flush you out.
I race to disaster. I expect to disappoint you. I close down the burning inside.
I plan for failure. I face growing possibility with implausibility. Everyone expects me diminished, an unfulfilled escape. I disrespect and deny.
I lust. I live luridly. I bereave my achievements. I sink.
the lustful lesson
imprisoning crimson adulterer
salacious elation
tricked elixir
wicked lisping lips
numbed insanity
inextricable complexity
wavering
thumb is a glass of gold
only known growing glow
taste temptation unknown unfolding
scent cantation incandescent glowing
grown straight & long
filling the night
strong
growing glowing sweat sweet sting
bringing the blowing song
effervescing sting
favorite feeling thing
stolen
from a graceful glance
lost loverly guidance
glossed through a longing stance
savoring the dripping
lisp
imagined lips locking the
barking bargain
the rolling garden
cresting a crown
an awkward anxious unknown
glow
spooling the snow
glistening the storming stain
glimmering the steeping drain
of self simmering asunder
embellishing the undertow
inflaming the pulse temptation
inhaling the saintly soil
effervescing the royal palm
simmering the calm
blackest of the [...]
glowing sexiest goal
a stolen
stranger’s taste
ministries of waste
wilding the wisest smile
smoldering the
bold agreement
disbelievement
deft achievement
glowingly old.
the query
of the queerest
folk; the
blossoming
yolk, the
stalling scent,
the stale
attack, drift
wood-burn
blank, twirl
melted engine
torqued to
the brewing
queue, the
returned to
conveniences,
the effortless
repetition
of all the angles
the open caverns
the endless edges
& widening desires,
the tightest triangle
agelessly regresses.
professed a sickening
fermentation, a staid
implementation; &
the strip of paper
fit to throw away
like everyother oft
repeated verse
every stolen, spoiled
stone, every glistening
gem
dropped to
a bottomless
shore, a
recklessly
tossed coin
hair,hair,smells,eyes,tingling limbs,
pregnant joyful pauses, long distance blind smiles,pain,
all night inspiration, desire to create,
first tastes, swallowed mouths, vertical joining,
first knowledge of peace, bedtime voices lulling, early morning
awakenings, crazy coffee, confusion, completion, tremors, celestial
bonding, knowledge of both, unawareness of body, infinite connection,
union, union, wet hair, bath love, rope ladder phobia, safety, mango
love, sparring spiralling words to express, knees, hands, hands, hands,
braids of hair, beautiful and held, daughter, magic, icecream
Woke up worried
sad and blurry
again.
I am hungry for your
company.
I am afraid
that I’ve behaved
so suddenly
as to wake
the dormant snakes
inside me.
The sleeping soul
whose golden goal
to guide me
is frightened by
tightened eyes
underwater.
tired inspired
nearly expired
wires a way to find you
I worry
I wonder of other lovers
I work up othe worlds to
ward off whoa overwhelming wonderments coming up.
I need to to
I miss you,
to stretch to fit
this bubble of us.
My heart pounding
arms aching
throat itching
legs leaden
breathing myself to the
ground I’ve found under these
oceans of us.
A fish whose
gils are grown over,
unsewing the stitching slowly
recoving a soul ashore.
I love you find you more.
far off thoughts of carriages
(or is pram correct?)
perhaps an instant marriage
to make love less suspect.
we are wild angry children
who can love more than most do
stirring up the cauldron
distilling sacred brew.
sky here is convulsing
ready to explode
my heart has doubled pulsing:
the weight of its new load.
giving what the other takes
embracing no mistakes.
waiting for the street to
fill & swell with your
coming scent.
a sunrise to invent
10 000 inspirations
your face an invitation
to 1 000 threaded lines
debased 100 times by
attempts to tie a tenth of you
into a single rhyme.
I would have paid a man to drive me
begged a dragonfly to fly me
but I took the train instead.
A modicum of self–control
since getting there is not the goal
it’s the goings inbetween.
Not the glory of your faces
nor your elemental graces—
I took the too long way to find you
to sanctify our spaces.
Note: this poem became song lyrics: Dragonfly.
what webs we build with water
I start to miss your laughter
at once after departure.
A suckled salacious sap.
A delirious superciliousness
Some so-serious serum
Dissolved deliciously.
simple thought
a cresting you
from down a crowded street
doubles you and
bubbles you in
pops that do not keep.
a tripling a rippling
the far-off sound of feet
quadruple you tends to renew
the surface and the deep.
quintuple will unbuckle
tightest grasping desperate hold
sex & sept & oct & nin
will decimate the soul.
A tryst I trust the trying must
the lust lest you forget;
the more I loose to love & longing
the less to lure regret.
Tricky wrist, the prying twist
lacks permissiveness;
M for muse if I may use you,
Ms am I amiss?
Ah, forget the rest. See, I
saw a backdrop, static, rusting,
wrest from automatic—!
Docile fossil stasis places
sparking their potential.
Kinaesthetic the kinetic
spaces made essential.
Kaleidoscopic flavors of
your seizing palimpsest
I try to list the wild windings West:
after you go afterglow
an all-out awkward fallout.
I intuit an invisible
incendiary speech:
your silent mouth instilling
what the mother tongue can teach.
Spurning yearning spinning, overwhelming winning winding, imparting perfect parsec timing. Underlined defining finding. Imbuing. Divining.
Revealing revolving involving endearing. Declaring. Clarifying.
Incurring unblurring emboldening. Unfolding, enfolding.
Untold coloring. Rapt rendering whitening. Bright & unfrightening.
Braiding emblazoned yarns, guarding gilded gardens; a folded floating flower; a fabled floating tower; an illimitable hour.
Millennia of moments-moving.
sweet winter melt met a winning smell
with other can do rapture apt for castle building
tackle the vast outcasting unto our foolish selves
delve the awkward halves. opt for wrestling the broken paths
the open shells surveying more space
mark the surveying shore
more sparse embarkings
more discarded stories.
Paradox of the
Waning and waxing,
Warm sea breathing.
My daughter swings back to me
Smiling.
Fists and flowers
Unfold and the pure are
Enraptured.
Wind trickles in.
Air bursts big
& eyes open.
Her grown hair, braided,
She runs.
Divine tree widening
hugs a horizon and
Coallesces
Confesses.
The flutter rumbles,
Trickles colors.
Wisps blows
Twists into the
Loud moths.
Her grey eyes
Startle clouds.
Passioned-wrapped
Knotted vines
Entwine.
Star hearts and
Pulsed double loves
Singing.
Taking talkers still still into motion,
she runs.
Tomorrow’s
Sunrising glow
Before.
Her barefeet,
parting the leaves.
(TSP again, in pencil; 25 June 1998)
What is permanent on this hesitant planet?
I am temporarily this then temporarily that.
Even the slow grass—breathing slowly—grows.
A deep inquiry, a melting stare
belies a changing everywhere.
How something is one thing & also another
indicates all things fall together.
A magic center permeates even
indelible creatures—defines the nature of sky.
And infinitesimal me pontificates why
one “I” never leaves me
while one “I” says goodbye.
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are momentary summers in
spring, the budding thing
stunted by
one morning then
the next
feeling different.
Many fine divisions
at the end of all my branches.
But divisive inquisition breaks me up;
I only broadcast just enough
to satisfy my need:
an unending dream for healthy light
& a nightsky I can read.
all these expansive nighttimes
fire like stellar flowers
detonate and unfold their petals:
a lotus floating in snow.
the storyteller with the blue body of
skysurroundingstars
turning leaves slowly:
leasing whispers from the library.
i am alert to the capacity of the caverns of the chest
entirely impressed by such depths
rejoice in my fearless falling:
dizzying the spells of the abysmal.
we are the shadow of a great moving body.
we are a trace of all things.
simple mnemonics to remember the phonics of thought
simple mnemonics to remember the phonics of thought
simple miasma: the sonic.
matter is motion, motion is sound
seemingly sound: making light of the matter.
matter is motion, motion is light
seemingly light: sound in the ocean
this pronoun delusion—this flux, me such—I wish for a she or a he
a she or a he
to answer the ocean
to echo the motion of this falling through sound
there are sheathes upon leaves between me and the ground
miles in inches of creeping descent
kilometers in centimeters of drying cement
the breaking of water dying
the lighting of fireflies
the counting of tries
the endless event of creating these oceans of sound.
the endless event of creating these oceans of sound.
simple mnemonics to remember the phonics of thought.
simple mnemonics to remember the phonics of thought.
February’s first gory morning
corners winter in an alley
cuts out her subtle tongue
satisfies the numb
the freezing crystal structures
the strict whsitlewinds
wrap yards of frost around the skin.
Countdown settles in.
This second of my birthday month
hunts the itching witches
snaps the viscous shields of snow
stunts the leafy yield
the icing on my cake
still petrifies the raking branches
Condense the naked blanching
of snow below my heels.
#3.
Ideas are
and objects pass
objects pass objects pass.
#_.
o o o o disappears
s t u v intersects
one too, we form
conform to a simple cartoon
mild lines and bleeding dyes.
#6.
oh! the miscellaneous moments
I strayed from my mother's side
started confiding by loosing
sight of my eyes.
& though I planned
to fall back through her
I grabbed a stranger's hand.
#coup.
in counting my dreams
i've fallen countlessness times
down Post Office stairs.
#8.
empty glasses pour like rain—
windows slowly flow.
as the lonely talker walking lonely:
only lovely rambling ends the hungry roving
rather rather rolling eyes
defy the mind from falling fixed
the roving eyes, a catalyst
to keep the form from forming
the whole maintains its storming
warning lonely talkers walking only—only slowly.
thankless the phalanx of
slivverized moon
silverized spoon in the mouth of the clouds
shrouded, the cavernous
negative space
the moon more & more
with shadowed face
Rain fails to fall
not for gravity's sake—
the lack of a chemistry taking the space—
of easiness glow,
contentedly slow,
eking her tentative halo.