Look ma!

I made an "album." If for some reason anyone finds this interesting, they're welcome to it.

the sickness unto desiderata

lest

in argent

of heavenly bodies

all blazon points

with the tincture

of infection

your temple hot

and dry eyes by night should rise

ask this

what is so new

as that which is not understood

how it should pass for simple white

we feel behind the silver of dusk is

a thing that we had almost touched.

the occasion of the supermoon

by window the moon framed

pulled back or rising

upon this beach of wall

by orbit hours,

pocked orb be-seamed

how serene she shines

upon serene line of quilted sleeping

you, like desert dune traced

in cool of night,

and in circling by night and day

we each an intertidal zone are

a strip of life we own

mine widened by pull

of your nearness grown.

Oak tree song

Oak

The house on Pleasant Avenue (for Aunt Linda)

you lived on pleasant avenue

and you had a toy robot

and the pictures on your walls

all had stories in them

and you

could tell them to us

you were like a new element

to me

Lindenium

made of movement

and laughter and energy

you had a chromatic harmonica

maracas and a wood block

a tambourine and it didn't seem

to matter how one shook it

it would be music

at Linda's

you would walk out to our car

when we had to leave

and say goodbye

the elms would sway above your eyes

looking through the open car window

riding away I would turn around

and look back

until I couldn't see you

waving from pleasant avenue.

Broke out the mando

Take me with you