Jul 28, 2013 | Uncategorized
Build a bridge under
water
the beauty of its
structure
— stone, wood, I. K.
Brunel’s red iron —
improves the sea.
2.
For we were brought
here to define
give name and shapes
to natural things
and teach them
manners.
3.
Or we were born for
this
from seafoam and
crucifixion
to work out of pain
a frail beauty
that teaches
somewhere else
a beauty lasts.
Jul 28, 2013 | Uncategorized
Try to tell the
weather
what to do.
Use ancient difficult
words
it might remember
from when it was
young
and played with
Zoroaster
on Europe’s highest
mountain
or do I need
a darker
animal than that?
Jul 24, 2013 | Uncategorized
Hide me from myself
where No One finds me
your drunken daughter
your god-crazed son
then I will learn
how to answer the rain
in its own language
give lessons to the rose.
Till then I’m just in the way
of everything I really mean.
Jul 24, 2013 | Uncategorized
If you open a word
who knows what you might see
Cagliostro’s fatidic circle
a language made of bees
green shelf ice off Labrador once
every word a dream
open the door it is and dream it.
Jul 20, 2013 | Uncategorized
312.
A poem is guided meditation
mild propulsion of the written world
when it stops the process it launched sails on
knowing the mind
clear light between the names of things
between the things
so.ma the bright between
the new the fresh the uncontrived
your mind finds by itself
sacred absence in the core of you
all the holiness and shadows pass
maidens and heroes and sunlight on the sea.
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