Idiot

I felt a merge
dimensional shift

watch you can
see myself
take the glass
ease a sip

but I am one
head tumbling
forward in time
left back
leaving
himself on
my own

my seed takes
its place in
parricidal agonizing
necessity or it
is nothing--but is it, and
can it be nothing?--
a wonder of the spatial
age, consequential
tumescence and
Asexual breeding,

we have the perfect boy

he is a time machine
quantum spermal generator
he stretches

big bang to entropy

has seen ever toilet
in the galaxy

is a right shithead
and genius of the stars

I am the beginning and
end of line
a lifetime dreamstate
functioning on borrowed
mass--

stand at edge
3 D space
laid out culling wind
lead shift into place
eyes rewind click
clack click snap

moving again now
one minute one second
at perfect intervals
he tries to remember
what it was like
watches clocks
without hands.

So Hot You Won't Find Her in the Same Place Twice

rusty lock on
swinging gate
gray sand old
time photo of squinting
cowboy gun rasied--
BANG--thumbs in
belt hook
spits tobacco on
memory I haven't
even been born
yet and he's gone
and buried himself--
six feet of dirt--in
the ground,

she winks through
glass hued glass
transparently as I
pass--

the slug catches me
in the chest

blood and gore--

I'm clutching my
insides

all out bleeding out

no breath,

she lights a candle
blows out the match

red lipstick kiss

the curtain falls
like the sun sets
like my eyes shut

like the wind
ever goes--

The Seventh Ring of Hell is a Tough Act to Follow

Class starts on
adult time
clouds wander
past window
dressing
chin-on-elbow
there's dreary
professor at head
of porcelain desked
aisle murmur of students
didactic voices
pedantic lies [wait
a [sic] second]
starting over
like pull-chain-on-
lawnmower
drilling scheduled--

now listen up
front row,

now fall back
silent,

swaying professor
sways right to left
bites apple on chalk
board SCRATCH

felt image in brain

nails like peeling
off--

this was a dream
like I had sailing
in mother's
womb

this was all
I remembered.

Word Wrap Ruby

like children
play with words
teal red purple
words eek and
dribble on white
off-white scratch
paper who and how
whole all while with
writ howling ever
after into distant
vistas far away
expanse fields
gray maroon melt
under foreign star
no claim like sun
star seer setting
somehow at sunset
on ancient unknown
planetoid, how many
of our earth days gone?
not many and years aren't
translated correctly
there's decimal point
differences unmatched
in Poor Richard's almanac
book on white rapids
twist turn and tear
and fall fall like
spinning spinwheel jenny
gettin' there, going where
restless restless whining
drunk and hollow
ruby like thought through
a wine glass colors
the world.

Ferry Boat

Ferry boat
white caps
tiny snails
borne upside-
down on
brown waves
thick slushy
Potomac current
drift wood
sink hands
torture eyes
green banks
twist trees
Ferry boat
weave wobble
horn honk
whistle blow
sun bakes
tan skin
summer day
ebb flow
and wake
Ferry boat

Ladders

Aross another
step
       'cross
                  the
Bridge
Bridge another
life
      quietly
                  leaps
falling
down ever
ever
       knowing
                    this
end
and going
with
       nothing
                   lost
harmony
sweet sounds
splash
          feel
                 icy
waters
deep breathes
sink
       letting
                  go
acceptance
Across another
plane
         body
                  decay
temporary
leaving sunlight
tree
      animal
                  grass
sky
circle completes             

Only Memory

We go
                 off
to oceans
                 wander
like lost
ancient
                 vagabond

pink soft

                 hearts in sand

sad heavy
               
                 dangling

plot threads

                 left unfinished

no pens

                 no veins

no hands

                 struggling

left undone.

For Anna

hands
stretch and reach
through ages
knead dough
of life and bodies
hold hands with
other hands long
gone

listen to silent
cracking clouds
lift off earth and
pierce sky

a singularity pulsing
blue flames and
carving time like
wood rainbow
dripping

hands
stretch and reach
out, molding faces
eyes and nose
and soft outer
shell

listen to hollow
halls of the soul
and memory
they are burnt into
walls for all to see

acorns crushed by
roaring cars
an alleway etched
as forever
a momentary drop
of time 
in pools of love
scattered about
our milky way

at last

at last

holding hands.

I.01.I

thousand
fingers jam
on heated keys
play on like player
piano keyboard
letter stamped
nightmare visions

A lonely balcony
rotting wood panels
wind gust
by

hair tossed with
flower petal
fall

a scent of spring
whirl from
cascade hills down
mountain side above
clear and golden
meadow

haunted house

open view for miles

far as eyes

SEE

far as human thought

you are one thing
with me
upon me of
me

I am nothing that
ever was

only a stray thought

EXISTS

breaks dirt
rises from brown
hard soil

gasps into air

FLOATS

is word letter gray fog

BURNING

oil
lamp home stray
fire

for all mouths to

SEE

thousand
searching ears
touch finger tips
bathe toes in
cool turquoise
spring

CLEAN

humanity as one
hulking beast
but sure
calm steps lightly
on greenish
coils

a universal graveyard idea

a whiskey colored jar

SIP

pins and needles dancing
flesh

foxes cats burglars
birds of prey

the forest floor

a lonley planet
traveling through pinkish space
ahead of time

Happy Birthday Universe (My Buddy)

Waves of past like waves of ocean

turning folding falling

played on angel

drooping wings

focused inward and expanding

in all infinite directions

 

the stars

one final twinkle million billion trillion

light years from home

drifting further still

 

where are you?

 

in my heart and memory

tucked away

 

orange burst super nova sunlight

flash in eyes of sparkling  

star years comet filled sky

 

earth drowned out in siphoned

black hole ornaments

crashing through cloud embrace

forever forever

still

 

and when we walk together again

there will be no sadness

or death

only paths and years and

sweet smells

 

when we whisper

there will be

no

end.

Disfigured

Tattooed upon my
body

bloody seals
and each pock
marked generation
eating purple
spewing juice

sound of eagles
maggots hawk
deer frenzied
ants

appear like tree branch
motion moving
alive

disfigured

conspicuous

within a frame
a second

brown borders
finely sanded
smooth
lacquered

invisible grain
of sand on eye of
wind

turning

wind rain hammer
ubiquitous

strike anvil of back
on clanging forge
dimensions shrink
perceptively

origins thin lines
collect connect all
things struggling under
hammock of stars sun moon
perceptivity

mother father sister brother daughter
son

carried always carrier torn
and old
hunchbacked rucksacked
blissful

beaming out in simple words
carved into mountains of
time
into fabric of skin
of soul.

A Marching Sound

I
walked
into shape of
night

pupils dilate slowly

it is
much like
the day

so much so
I walk easily out
nothingness

in
    my
         dream
                   there
                           are
visions

I follow them
to open green
field sharp grass
sharp smell of spring

so
completely and utterly
forgotten

a marching sound
heavy boots on leather
roads

a bell rings
twice
an unknown chime
unheard of

in
   my
        waking
                    there
                            is
dissonance

I search two bodies
wandering in piecemeal
moving on divergent
paths

we come face to face
silent stares
passing

strangers in stars amongst
the milky way sky
a picture book image of
the universe

steady shrinking
inaudible scream

in
   my
        eyes
               are
                    your
eyes

in the morning
your sun
washes shadows
hangs them up
to dry

begins anew.

First Draft - June, 2010

Looking at you
I see into the past

diamond sky
and the goats head

long hours
sleeping cats

          D
          E
          F
          L
          O
          W
          E
          R
          E
          D

    THINGS

an empty house
creaking in its floor boards

scent of lamb cooking on stove
bitter taste of coffee

click of key
and mark of pen

sleepless hours hours
sleepless hours

things that are dead.

Be right there

and curled up
you are wrapped
sheets blanket
sleeping bag
rubble of twisted
fabric shimmering
body moves cotton
rolling ocean wave
clenching tighter
brace against cool
temperate air
sinking into barely
there twilight of
night light loving
sigh sinking body
measured breath
tan skin unseen
thermal synthetic
bleary sleep dream
commingling
scene shift soften
melt clenching
teeth smooth skin

Like memory

I woke writing a dream

it was about to be
discordant nothing

          there were flashes of light
          and like memory were lost
          drifting like vanishing like
          falling failing gasping air

I scratched at my head
dilated the screen

I woke writing a dream