Thursday, October 28, 2010

Walking the dog. October. Wind and night.

the dog is wild from howl of air
is there an older science there
of storm waking the earth
the trees
writhe free
their naked branches part like strands of old man's hair

in the thick moonlight
stiff grasses stand aright
something breathes upon neck nape
the pond looks deep around the willow bends
the water and the wind conspire with sky

old moon
iris of misty diadem
the ruler of the night she looks

and yea to water walk
how shall you stop, the path shines on
and out. the wind: true men
in bravery step out. how crisp this birth.
how waxed like fat moon apples
bright from otherside shine streetlights. how all about
the trees like old hands shake. everything is reaching.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

For Sale

For sale

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

great divide

sloppy song i did, not the one by chris and johnny.

Monday, October 11, 2010

sumac sleep

sumac verge of low red
dropped upon this long-stemmed bed
of simple grass in goodbye brown.
the heart is a muscle strong sometimes
in the middle of the night lying
boot-black the window shine, click that fist-clench
moves the chest an inch of rise.

sumac
sap cold balks at thin twig vein
wind puff sighs flags
battalion at a scarlet time fall
adorning earth shoulder
early morning surrenders light.

yes,
that is tomorrow

take down the rake.
cover the garden.
simple.
easy does it man.

it works in the lightness of the husk.
it works in how it comes back see.
it works in the eyes closed.
it works by the waiting.

Friday, October 08, 2010

about a sunset

1
this is about a sunset
1.1
it is not sentimental or romantic but
1.2
a plane is dropping down
the fading face of sky slicing a scar of cloud alight

2
a jet
is propelled by
things breaking
2.1
below where the eye can go
everything is
clinging
to everything
2.2
these bonds break apart, a finger in the sky
2.3
the plane makes its way i don't know where

3
Darius
said unto Daniel
come, tell me a tale of how things end

4
the stars
4.1
the sun with its sweep of fire

5
this is a writing
to a drunk man
5.1
these are heavenly letters dropped
5.2
this is from the sky down
to molecular compounds
5.3
these are words
we don't have for
5.4
"about a sunset"