Apr 14, 2015 | Uncategorized
313.
She was in him all the time
Rosa peregrina pressed between the
pages
so much talk the morning mower
break into an art beyond commodity
you pilgrim rose that took his hand
led him to color alone and left him
there
while she herself stepped up inside
him
castle of palaver beauty counts
on one finger the ruby of the setting
sun
we live again because we mistake
this art too beyond the financiers
life belongs really only to the
poor.
314.
Poverty is permanent is to live in a
physical world
endlessly interdependent dependent on
each puff of breath
each stone you stand on your will
contingent on the molecular
even if you think you’re not just
mirror neurons
just the habit of acquiring speech
because it doesn’t lead anywhere
it perdures or seems to as long as
you do
the world has never abandoned anyone
up to you to leave the world
naked towards the riches of the
unconceived
I love you she said despite all this
I tell
oiled wrestlers grappling with the
moment seems.
Apr 13, 2015 | Uncategorized
311.
Accidental purposes of Delta music
on that day women chase men or seem
to
they shall handle texts and not be
harmed thereby
they shall preach the good news
without knowing it
old battleships with concave prows
plow into tropic harbors bring truth
home
tapa cloth and Charlie Chan and Maori
skin
everything written was written to be
forgotten
forgotten deep into you and ripen
there
nasturtiums a little peppery in her
salad
mud fights in Oregon knishes on
Pitkin
if you think these are random think
again.
312.
Children in the cornfield who are you
now
furtive actions in the furrows
who knows what eating really does
two children lying side by side
hieroglyph of the space left between
them
every relationship makes its own sign
whole world a museum unknown curator
about whom we fantasize
theology philosophy history and
baffling pre-dawn dreams
where we are always in a far-off city
always trying to get home
so this planet must itself be the
distant town
the stewardess won’t let me on the plane
must be the fiery angel she drives me
off with an ear of corn.
Apr 12, 2015 | Uncategorized
309.
So we’re back with love and not much
else
greatest of all seemings unless you
fall in it
we’re back with love it springs us
forward
into the kindness of our only hope
the yellow of the rose
where no one lives and all love rises
to spell the billion stories that we
tell
all their theology old comfy car
Packard or a Panhard on its way
through the sky
all roads lead to home
that’s all you have to know
a little knowledge and some gasoline
smile brother you’re almost
there.
310.
Who threw the switch that made the
water come from hydrogen and oxygen
someone had to be the spark
is it you who look at me oddly
sometimes
as if surprised to find me there
beside you
who could the spark be but the other
we come from ocean but where did it
come from
who else is ripening down there now
ready to crawl out as we did and take
our place
asking questions of the howling wind
playing their flutes in the desert
and like us always trying to remember
where we came from and why?
Apr 11, 2015 | Uncategorized
305.
So little said and so much waking
salt meadow hay best mulch men say
I’ve managed to know nothing but what
I can speak
the van is at the door it’s all just
weather
sitting here alone with my hibiscus
tree
the written evidence tells against my
life
my father by the cellar door painting
grey
everything waits for us below
an image worthy of your eye
the end of the pagan world was the
end of the world
nothing learned nothing lost
I marvel at the emptiness of me.
306.
So it can mean a little or a lot
a billboard on a vacant lot is all my
Hollywood
and see behind it how the lovers
chance
it would be Ancient Greek if it had a
goat
but wisdom does not wear a cloak
the afternoon is longer than the
night
or so the bird explained
a language half sound half color
all things intersect in you
all the silken raptures of the couch
rainstorm in the desert
from great pain some red flowers
after.
Apr 10, 2015 | Uncategorized
303.
They must know their bodies well
since they have nothing else to know
knowing never stops
it’s time to come back from the
underworld
just as I am just as I am
backwards always is everything
no age but awareness
give us our animal back
sex is an accident on the road to
truth
take off your shoes for this is holy
ground
the feeling that your body is
there is no other world than this.
304.
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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