Friday, February 04, 2011
Astronomies
Upon themselves
And their fire
Burns out,
And millions of light
Years extend
Across the soundless
Void--omniscient, eternal--
Then how much time
Passes from speaking
To silence,
From dedication
To omission,
From aching
To forgotten?
A brief flicker
Does not compass me
To you, but discloses
An ancient letting go.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
The Pier (Rondeau Redoublé - variation)
Monday, September 21, 2009
Away
Alaska, South Dakota, France
are all better places to be than here
where sidewalk weeds and graffiti enhance.
Alaska, South Dakota, and France
are not this mediocre, high-priced chance
that seems to push me near
to Alaska, South Dakota, or France—
they’re all better places to be than here.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Sunday Afternoon
Untitled (work in progress)
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Recitations
I’m a one-cent worker—
Who the fuck are you?
Driving surreptitiously
up unpainted streets
dressed in crumbled brick
and shaded asphalt.
A candle,
a wisp of incense,
the still as ocean sucking into itself.
Gwan Shr Yin, with eyes
on each hand.
Mundane recitations:
Computer,
One who communicates indirectly through colon closed parenthesis click send,
Figs accosted by ants,
IM, cell phone, finches chirping, high-speed pic upload,
Feline in afternoon August light,
Starting fresh after flooding,
scrubbing silted corners,
laying carpet,
preparing dinner,
listening to fig leaves rustle evening breezes,
the telegraph tapping of ceiling fans:
“Sea of Suffering. Stop. Observer of the sounds of the world. Stop. The sounds of the world.
Joie de Vivre
There were three of you
Wooded and ensconced
Sharp and wary
And no way
To capture you
Disappointed
You sang high
And briefly
Breaking into chorus
In the midst of flights
For territory
Wooded and encroached
Obscured and aware
Of the order of things
Mine to see
Your browns and yellows
Foliaged and dulled
Are only mine
To see when you show
In quick movements
But when I looked
You were gone
And cold winds wintered in
Splintering habitats
So fastidiously keystoned
I rebuilt a rectangular fortress with
Westward windows arching
Saw diminished eleventh-month light
Illuminate inward ecologies
Collapsed under disunity
Then detritus covered the ground
Trophic levels disappeared
I had only myself to eat
I shrilled a self-elegy
Accompanied by birdsong
Lay under wind-blown leaves
Soothed by death scents
Reordered according to
Outward ecologies
Old niches filled with new species
New niches created
Your chorus reached me
I looked toward
But you were gone.