8ights poems

Write the following words across the top of a page:
Dark Winter Rain Snow
Free–write for two minutes.

Write the following words across the top of a(nother) page:
Light Spring Budding Sun
Free–write for two minutes.

Here were my results:
— — —

Dark Winter Rain Snow

Sestina slush in a two–minute puddle
Impossible with a sun–impoverished imagination

Glaciation increased this season
Recreations seized

We retreated to our heated sheets
Sailed vacations on flannel oceans.

Light Spring Budding Sun

Released

Seed pod bursts its
Fur flurry, heavy dandelion
Freed to weed its place
Across our path
halving the distance to Summer.

— — —

We then looked at the Rabbis reasons
for placing Purim where they did.
Beautiful shiur.

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I’m your fan
Waving my hands

A tailwind

Praying you
Soar higher

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Light blind, I hadn’t looked down
until you cried last night.

      I dreamt of teaching piano to a small boy —
      he soon turned virtuoso

      I had to pack quickly
      to leave song, warmth, and balance.

Snow, now, on the streets,
our rift in the dense melting pools.

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not even bridging the span
regardless of a thorough hurling
across the chasm

a spasm of lost faith —
yours for the moment,
mine for millennia.

what rending to mend?
how are we repeating ourselves?

have I fallen too hard again?
opened my chest’s
abyssal capacity
and urged on an
assailing tiger?
an impossibly caught comet?

have I thrown out plumage
of a capable cock,
a chesty bird, proud and fierce?
am I again pecking against
an immutable order?

aching continuum of snow, a
lattice between our bedrooms,
rivers away.

sleepless,
weeping,
and silent.

will the morning winds
carry the crystalline weather,
repair these paths
of receding footsteps?

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so many directions to take us:
by deigning wind
or force, will, and windings

allowing time's coursing
or inventing interventions.

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ginger lingering
beginning new lexicons
unburying spellbooks from sandshelves
octave shores shards
bared chants cantations decanted
sea glass

relearning   rehersing
simplistic   critical
formulations   specifics

emergence training

ink all over your chest   penning inventions
the healing you own   at first confronted
feel your bass tone   voice somehow the key

lurching
nothing lurches but the sea for fishes
the sway a part in itself of thought

dangle
reluctantly actively stirring the ocean

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If you will listen, really listen, you will hear
my whisper beyond whispers:
      in every waking action and
      in every sleeping pause

If you will listen, really listen, you will hear
my voice guide you clearly:
      you will know my pervasive presence
      you will discover me constantly

If you will listen, really listen, you will know
Me:
you will recall
      what you knew in your first moment and
you will recognize
      what you will know in your last

you will hear
the early and late rains

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drawn here to finger you
through words keyed at a distance

belly full
eyes heavy from
sleepless love

(surfacing from dreams
to you in myriad curls;
an bared neck,
an uncovered hand

palming a wrist
rapt awake
branching towards you
in winter tree filtered dawn)

yearning awake
lapping lake

night now under your hat
tugging my curls
lower lip licked
jaw rolls towards you

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our first day alone together
a mystery of maps revealed

slidding on your subway seat
kept you pulling nearer

information design, feeling your way around
our circle–and–line harmonizing

I saw the ascending street numbers
and immediately oriented us

discovered the destination of our bus
bridging conversation

Arch — to discover or design a word
for an arch’s base, support

a holy meal, G-d invited, through
intention, attention, and appreciation

we walked and prayed.
didn’t mind we’d left our small altar —
our dining table — as we wove the blessings.

:: :: ::

don’t rush, sister ≠
your family will be present to heal

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to what do I own this
celestial joy?
this merit must be beyond
this life;
I have lived neither
long nor deeply enough
and now must create
a new language from praise.

how G-d has provided!, a
gift continually unwrapping
a light of pure light
beyond rubies.

she is a prophetess, a priestess, so empowered,
emboding the power and passion of a bear

now why these words?
what am I writing for, to?:

love is alive and well in the world;
now, it should motivate us to
repari universes.

— I’ve been recharged, “enlightened”
(no, reminded)
— you’re an “artist”
(you’re the masterpiece, brush
paint, canvas, and inspiration)

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overlooking all I’ve told you
cavernous expanse in relief
no secret leaf unturned
all burnished

I don’t want a runaway pen,
a caught–up tongue
to sabotage a quest for light

nor find my offerings rejected,
so I purify, pray for an ideal ritual
as only the holiest creatures could carry out

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cloud–link formations imagination can’t invent
convection–blurred divisions of the waters of our tent
imploring unseen elements to settle their intent
and establish something subtle of the vaulting firmament

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new conversations about blogging
keeps transparency apparent

bright morning, new light in siddur:

you have brought us forth
from all nations and tongues

difficulties with exclusivity subside:
me’kol is amongst
ie, the G-d b’nai yisrael faithfully love
are amongst all nations and languages,
peace and unity thread throughout the whole!

also received the straight love under my tallit:
mah yakar chasdecha elokim
how abundantly acceptable, clear, unmuddled, apparent
is Your love!

and in love with nursery–fresh
crisp–vegetable minds and fruit–sweet hearts
blossoming all morning

then music L—— brought out the drums
and we pulsed!

then PRYT session deeper and more relieving/revealing than the past

conversation spooled on the phone,
spilled on the street,
moved me
even nearer a divine center.

salad, scribbling:

earlier in the day (0815-0825)....

a world of words
you called me a magician
asked me to repair universes
let us repair to the
sacred chambered heart

a rift to mend
organ gushing scales
water courses, corridors of the
small world inside

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magic sense
phosphorensence
you’re demanding my gossamer wings

you walk with force
you move with force
strong wind, demanding justice
balance of force
clarity in force

take you on entirely
unblindingly
demandingly now

you force wings to sprout forth
each bubble in your iron back a blade of grass
tickles eye–imprinted wings
cutting tethers
enabling alighting
shuttering aloft
compounding blessing

“are all your prayers answered?”

sensations, tingles the transformation
tickles, summons me to
get the poison out, to spread, to fly.

your blessing to send the lead to my feet,
and through, to earth
the converter of tumah
sinks to my calves, ankles

helping me push off,
I will follow you
I will

“Atlantic Express”, school bus, children, seatbelts
: external signs, posted eternally.

Halacha — metaphysical laws of the universe.

how could I support you in yisrael?
I give to myself, thereby
building yerushalaim
you know Jerusalem
is in my heart, here, yes?
I need here there,
as I am needed here
as “my eyes are needed” by sky....

how could I support you?
full stop-start.
clearly our prayers are answered, powerful,
coupled, unified, transformative.
what shall I become? a color-warrior singing
change —> kol tuv

we’d clear stagnance
after capturing our own innate clarity.

and we’d drum!
and we’d sing!
and we’d dance!
continually extruding purer tones
continually weaving light–blankets for the ministering angels
trying numescent (?) luminant knot–reminders
weaving, braiding, beading
history’s metaphysic.

God wants un together...
what of “un”, the first manifestation of “us”?

God wants our light amplified in the world.
Clear.

God draws me near your glory, your divine ornamentation
God’s service in your body.

Can I bring you closer?
Can I take you in?

Unreversable.
Universal. Eternal.

Radiant radial radical radii radio radish?!!
(b’ivrit?)

[laugher]

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a bridge is crossed
green tiger anticipates dangers

piercing blue approaches
wearing an amulet of flooded oceans,
a peacock appears

the cat calms
drops her belly to the earth
tail waves countering
pendulum feathers

I ache to enter
and will wait,
will endear clearance

I suspect inconceivable palaces
I smell treasured fragrances
rare, essential heavens

forward motion without force
gentle presure, tempered measures
and arrive under the veil

shocked bride terminates connection,
recovers reoriented, but
returns

your darting eyes, heartbreaking
ununbelieving, engages chase
wind whips and lifts the kite

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pyre of incense
dedicating bodies
our heated column rising
perfect wisps
trails of fragrant prayer ascend
a profuse (perf.use), dense cloud descend
fills our tent
holy bridge, sparked and intoned

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how the miraculous cascades
builds from a single manifest wish
into an avalanche of light (x)
how one prayer opens out into
brightest reality.

balancing my desire, an “I” speaking
and seeking itself with the goals of a greater good

here — I want you
and I want all good for you,
destain notions of limiting you
or altering ℵ‘s earth in any way away from unity.

every inch I open towards you
seems received

shedding the fear of
confronting you with love

the fear I see in every moment,
your blessing to open me:

is rodent–like
being small and yellow
getting underfoot
streamrolled
darting back and forth across
pedestrian paths
shivvering, quivvering
fearful, fast heartbeat
turtle pond, hexagonal cobbles

your second blessing (of thousands):
opens my back in it’s
peacock glory
butterfly color
loftly wings engaged in dance and delight

my hovering feet
wish to follow the wings
pulsing towards you,
revise my life to
include you,
to keep near.

reckless?
turning my heart on
to hear your treasure radio
the golden chest, ruby–filled!
I would coast behind your
firefly trail endlessly.

of the jade tiger
black–and–green striped
belly low to the ground
energy in heavily–weighted haunches
backbody haunted with
miraculous light

hypnotizing you?
romanticizing myself?

only validated through truth–sharing.

how could I see your gash, your tiger,
the jagged rim locking in your green love?
tin rim churned, roughened edges
ground, shredded thin, trebble metal

scoured your throat
tore oceans,
tore blueberry fields,
torn through thorn–bush shoulders
— never tainted your lush
your iron-rich, life–blood, chlorophyll
bluegreen–on–black healthy mulch
your seed–bearing–seed source

I feel asleep so easily
certain we’ve only just begun (again)

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how sleepless nights bring wakefulness!

I have heard the unheard-of
revealed their harmonic hardware — heaven’s chorus
abundant and clear

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my array of fire–light
crushed wings I’ve left back
their fluid forward motions
ignite colorfast radiations

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my array of fire-light
crushed wings I’ve left back
their fluid forward motions ignites
colorfast, radiates

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longing. the paused friction
of miles and lapses

today’s capsized laps
a plum flesh kiss imagined
incoming, cloud swept days.

sun shimmered,
set a vanished sweet tincture

our day dream, a knit ribbon
fingers anticipate this ridge,

intermittence, silence,
life sentences.

a winter’s quest,
to rewind bridged distance.

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                     eat

                   t eat

                   treat

                   treaty

                 entreaty

                 entry

  p           u   r  i ty

coping  with  uncertainty  reflecting

              ascertain      elect

             ask           outwards

dome

  asalllivesanddiessodoestimerisetransitand

       livesanddies    esteem  set

  one              taint

        land less    withoutwords

                     O    s word

                     U      world s

                     L    s worl 

                     D    s wore

                            wore

                             ore

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months and months
consecutive new heights
climbing a holiness ladder
limbs of light
branchings illuminated
learning inside and out’s
limitless unity

last night’s ritual
pre–burial washing
restoration of dignity and kedushah
to a lifeless ninety year–old

arrives defiled,
plastic bagged and intubated
silica   adhesives   liquid   impacted
refrigerated;
rolled to a tiled basement workshop

we prepare
nick the seams of hospital sheets
scream the fabric, rent to rags
small mourning, sackcloth echoes
carrying away and carrying forth
waters

we purify
fingertips thrice washed
latex gloves, coveralls, pull–over boots
disposable

unzipped
his face and genitals are covered
we stand at his head only when necessary
nothing is passed over him
water basins are filled
the mikvah is filled
the rags are filled with blood, waste
the blood is kept

his face is uncovered
I wash his neck
he is turned on his left side
I hold his head
is that a smile thawing?

((thoughts of the deceased’s family
the rawness of loss
my uncertainty at their presence
and my responsibility to them
not to detract from their mourning
to make their comfort as great as possible
and my implications in authoring this))

published two months after authoring, 1 Dec ‘02

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My fingers are sea green.

Saturated string bled
its blue stain
leeched from a strained
seabed snail.

Threaded through me —
inbetween indigo and
celestial cerulean — a dye
darkened to deepen
a practice of Presence.

spun differently
consistently
winding wound up

math of heaven
knots are far from planar
strands and strings are our maps
marking paths of woven light
the thread cleaving eternal night

the first corner is awkward, unwieldy, rebellious
a mental picture of completion competes with
an imposition of intention
we wish for our first offerings
to result in symmetry, balance

the complexity of one thread
myriad fibers fall over each other
locked into unity by the tension of opposites
unraveled, weakened by too much torion in one direction

knots as five phases of life:
birth
adulthood–bar/mat mitzvah
career/vocation
fruition
death

finite closed loop to open ended infinity
–conversely–
frayed, fractious undifferentiation to unified field

edges

completion of universe through participation in
North–South–East–West symmetry;
being a universal pole,
antipodal inside–outside
the tent of the body

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i stood, she read
under the current
smiling wide when she
took her stop.

my station
one further on,
she stills
within me.

amazing a flame
burns without
exhausting.

coinciding with cupid’s hallmarks,
a red empire state, dates
and times to love one another.

any totem suffices:
even entwined cherubim
hammered from rare gifts,
our desert wealth:
dolphin, scarlet, silkworm
inspiraling.

found my pulse again,
walking with an open heart, held first;
shoulders bare an honest weight,
no contortions, extensions;
skin and sleep, reflective and regenerative.

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there should be no fear to
posit freely
to dance the fantastic
no reason

no reason to excuse the
exquisite in every
posture; every

should, instead, catapulted to
oblivion with a step ahead.

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          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

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waves this deep love
my second lover
returns
vapor to the nostrils
seethes from the sand
a broken bottle
repairs itself beneath the silt
uncoils her
and me

ashore.

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my synogogue has a monthly newsletter. in the lattest issue, fifteen of my lines appear:

Savaged buildings
reek of desecrated offerings.
Eternal burning,
curtains of the Kadosh Kedoshim
torn away. Smoke rises from
the holy cities -- eyes turn,
eyes tear, eyes close --
the incense of sacrifice
stains every generation.

America wails.
Wind lifts bone ash,
soot floats over snares, rises,
and sets on every sill:
and everywhere indelible is this
internment of flesh.

- - - - - -

Kadosh Kedoshim means 'holy of holies' and refers to the innermost chamber of the Temple; rituals were performed here by priests on behalf of worshippers.

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an intensity, unreached
keeps the ambulators pacing
maintains the heart’s racing
and forever seeks higher graces

inquisitive pillager forever feeling out the
pockets of damp clenched dreaming

fences: the village of honeyed flesh

———

My jaded cadence annoys me
recalls ancient unopen selves
casts shadows, reeks in corners:
footprints in settled shale, sunken—
shed and sulking biography.

I pace to break the hemiola which
binds mind to matter; I race to the
cacophonous rim, crack the taught skin—
frantic to stake out new pulses.

*

fleeces itself
imagined coils
stack dense against night clouds,
hold ballast to lithe skeletons of stars
(jointed suns) the jettied jelly flesh (warm warmed warming wet embellishement)

sprung perpetual, spring of alk- sal- glu- suc-
sweetest itself

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Working on the eternal sadness,
the stuff that cascades — avalanchine —
every time I lift apen.

It’s patient, really.

In life, in walking,
in sharing anything,
(or certainly in this life)
I control, internalize, and silence.

Every morning I wake up groggy,
wishing for more sleep, more dreaming,
a need to recapture that oceanic state
before being gashed out
into the light.

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certainly now you’d know
      the memories of flesh

and fine fire we’d find if
      desire and deed weren’t

mutually exclusive
inducing new sprucings

regarding the enlarged
      bargain I’m offering

proffering some sane
      sense of lust

courage created this
      letter to a stranger

a drunken inertia certainly
      yet a curtain drawn

on a dawn–like certainty

bolder, blurrier, but less
      worried

regarding the garden of
      fertility

unburdened by
uncertainty

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you took my hand,
uninspired and unfeeling,
to touch the warm and wet flesh clay pit
where all vessels are formed,

the furnace where all forms are forged,
to your cunt:
and I hardened.

my fist unfurled,
and coked your soft kiln,
and your lips met my head,
exceeding me.

you rocked me,
brought forth all the
empty bowls and filled them;

I filled your mouth,
shattered my clay shell
softened my spine
and fell.

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barely recognise a penless self
until sinking back, drinking in and sniffing out
looking forward, finding straightness and curve
distance and closeness in the
snow of insight

I’ve lost touch.
No recourse to remorse.
No glasses to empty,
or to pull off slowly from a new one,
an objectification. An angry weight

waiting to launch itself down a
cotton veldt
and liquid cleft
heaving with heavy sugar cleaving.

soft and coy and able and alright
available, inevitable, illimitable.

overcoat. scarf. hat. mittens.
wonderland underthere. all ways.

there: always “always”.

never then.
never occasion.

recently bits and pieces
papers to chase, collate,
appreciate and decode later.

and here,
a lost friend,
waking history, a savored guests.

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you broke the human brace
that angel’s spines are free of;
you released me, spent me,
and I dropped, selfish,
to my human cave;

you have no Idea how you
cracked those knots,
bent the steel of my cage
and liberated 10 000 birds;

i took this, returned nothing,
and thanked you only silently.
i could not give voice to this liberation,
words would be simple, stumble
to your elegant earth language

you, reverting me, sustained a forward growth
by shattering the gargoyle, revealing the sculptor

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destroyed story forever
buried beneath, beyond
tried calling you
dead tone instead
dialt once, thrice

second though
smoke screen
bled green ugly sore

scoreless movie
blank game

couldn't care less
realised how drunk
I must have been
then, to find a place

for you inside; me?
dark incarnate?
dead & dangling.
hung by my own hair,

hung out there
lost & lying, tired &
drying out. pungent
loss. hated faces.

a laugh is needed
a full recovery.
my unhidden away ache
love of faceless
voices talk caustic

fell apart & open
the tourist-spy
tilted over
a sticky surface

absolutely
            nothing
absolute

aching ears,
arms
back brace breaking
atonal whistle
round my neck
dog holler
dog collar
unleashed animus
angling the anima
ever twisting

anxious coil
fraught spiral
nervosa
neurosis
new ancients
sending long calls
down the vine

a dream is recorded
a full calamity.

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an ancient dangerous weed
forever unfurling
spiralling from a molten deep,
through a liquid metal bed,
out the dry jagged jaw
of rugged clay hair

the universe pale & parched
a chaffed crying
a fist of rice paper
loudly unwrapping—a dead gift
aborted bitter fruit
untangling and caustic
ascorbic & sour, a
powdered rind
grey & flailing with wind

this nightshade
crippling my every day
a heavy rotting
tearing flesh,
barbed with gravity;

a mighty sterile stone
rolling a slow orbit, occluded
its habit enshrouded
by dry red clouds
& dead mustard blooms,
a poison perfume
petalling every room.

serin sap
suffocating every inch of air
stolen birthright atmosphere,
roughing every arc
through every harsh angle.

beneath this angry eave
the blasting leaves attack
stain & choke
the past-pink foul
of my chained feet.

immobilized
by this braiding crawler,
the weaving vine
poisoning the yawning pockets
twisting through my spine.

Continue reading "(an ancient dangerous weed)" »

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my punched jaw
locked against
a cliff height’s fall
a naked crawl
through a glassy pit

I swallow bitter spittle
and am an orphaned father
our dangled battered baby
broken open like a stone

the center of
our flesh–fruit home
rotted, cold, and
still

rust peeled off the sill
and our long distance down
seen from broken ground

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reluctant to talk on things
anythings
because things so often change.

reluctant to curse this wardrobe
these devices
these limp ligaments
falling off me like ligneous elements
falling down & dragging me

because this flesh
sloughs off like dead leaves
and the right root remains.

reluctant to divulge
because the bulge in my neck—
the suffocating fruit
lodged & decaying away—
will rot & dissolve soon enough,
leaving no fossil.

somehow this stain soaks through.
somehow the seed of all
storm & tempest
has broken skin and scarred me.

I am a dying fire.
I am all silt & cinder
smoldering so many crumpled days.

I am a forgotten thing
unnamable.

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I can’t place these writings
in space nor time:

downy flames

———

this lullaby sung in morning the butterfly cacceened without warning this falling up the sound of leaves       returned to trees this falling cup from my hand the sound of glass       returned to sand

the ocean tide stalling

the purple sky in midnight shadowless in daylight a canopy in the desert anemone in a nightshirt

a straight line in a bubble porcelain in he rubble a dream of lime to the colorblind a chance to take a second time

I think these were written
the morning after a Q–party,
maybe the first or second one....

———

dog of discovery
sniffing forever
the danger of beauty

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waves the language of fishes
the exponential trebling of foam

tender: their passings between them, under them
sifting, standing the soul's quiet rambling
may I mother elemental memory
map a more embraceable emotion

ever since my severance seduced me
I suffer from some serious misgivings

seemingly the masses—
I assume—
summon me
to the mysteries of similes

disgruntled fabric
rapturous truth

what beholds this new
beginning is
bringing both beyond
is binding both,

in a broken battered bed
is resting rattled head
& the opening of ocean

as the orbit oscillates,
finds poetry in pieces,
as the pulses palpitate,

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tempestuous temptation
taste elation
amorous distinction
muse confusion
plate transformation
globe completion
time diversion
glow consumption
plain intoxication
pale plenum
vision vacuum

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yourself consumes me
a single seed sewn
the quilted majestic
tessellation of beds

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meditation on an
appreciation of life
born in stars
safe with the storming in my heart
what we are
greatest turning is our start
I collide with you
one comes from two
love comes from you
coalescence
far from me
double in me
breathing with me
doubled clearly
I’ve come far to
recognize you
I have washed from me
a redundancy
I qualified an alibi
trapping me eternally

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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

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do I throw away the beautiful
with the executable?

dissolve the fruitful
with the inscrutable?

deflate the unbearable
unavoidable
poignant unpointable
painful incomparable
pink stain puckering powerful
poison

incomplete

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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

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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

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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

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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

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tragically redeemable
yet so misleadable

honestly the deepest pockets of me
reek of proxy

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I am a lucky living thing
blessed with blinding light
left beside the stellar sight
that pairing tends to bring.

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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

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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

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how to grow, upright, taller
how to conquer dawning entropy
to fill with wide wilder color
to fulfil the greater spaces

wile the wild vile times
safe the ingratiating faces
safe beyond the wandering gone

goal of open older saner sages
list the endless lusting
twist the wisps to wet wicks

stick crass complacency
to the wan hidden face
brace the plaited hair

bare the cooler weight
brush the downy dew
from the roostless news
coast the lonely dawn

tack the tossed docility
felicity as the fine ringlet
firing the dangling line

the dangerous pine
the plying chime
trickle the tasteless winter
screwed into a caustic ball
flame of the fleshy wall

bare the bald cable
blade of the dated curve
curvatious unfurling
fake the broken scrim

skate the skimmed line
balancing the temple twine
tickling the divine

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                  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)

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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—.

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no tight no curious eyes
alone unelemental
elevated to excruciation
no alleviation of this

self–crucifixion
a fixation w/self–deprecation?
or no elucidation of
greater truths.

how to shake these
monotonous strings.
is this the lost logo
of the loosed poet?

how to return to the
forged intentional fortune
and blur again to
the pure, unturned?

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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.

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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.

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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

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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spent the day
in bed & naked:

sore & sense–poor
& ever richer for it,
now where to try to store it?

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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.

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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.

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what webs we build with water

I start to miss your laughter
at once after departure.

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A suckled salacious sap.
A delirious superciliousness
Some so-serious serum
Dissolved deliciously.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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