Mar 12, 2015 | Uncategorized
251.
Let’s do it yesterday
for music’s sake the angel facing
backwards
there is something of sulfur in the
rose
a petal fallen laid along the skin
no other fact can slip past it
natural affinity of rose with flesh
of thorn with mind
the prick of thinking
trickle of blood along the flesh
break the sentence open it will bleed
Scriabin saw his word in color in the
sky
a fatal rose that knows so many.
252.
Something true about defilement
wrong tool for the right job
or dawn full of feathers fallen
from some legendary bird you never
saw
but these things fly their kind is to
come
close and touch you while you sleep
you say O my dream but it eats you
disdains your sorry meat
touch defiles
that’s why we need it
we come into this dance so pure
no one can remember his father.
Mar 11, 2015 | Uncategorized
249.
Where there should be a road
I write with what I gave you gave me
back
all exchanges spiral into one
this is the point the start the
target the soul
will you get to the point I am the
point
there is no other a minute is my
mother
trees look away today don’t dry on me
I need your perfect beauty in every
line
some people get no older it is a play
retrieve the rain that washes the
rose
cistus or labdanum brings the dying back
to life
offer this resin in the temple and
see what god appears.
250.
To Venus Virgin Mother of the world
he wrote
shaky Latin his mind on something
else
because nothing is born it all is
here forever
love makes us turn our notice to each
thing
though things appear to enter the
world they were here all along
I like you will you like me back the
only song a child knows
I will lick your back of course of
course
each of us is apt for every need just
find the way
if you believe that you’ll believe
anything
I believe everything because I know
but what he knows he wouldn’t say
leaves it to you to find the right
word.
Mar 10, 2015 | Uncategorized
247.
Walk in the shade disprove the sun
everything has been said before so
now we’re free
the blue flower is a never-spoken
word
the color she bent down to touch
became her sky
culture is a long contagion
what can you do with a thought you
can’t think
the empty parable Satan’s answer
if I give you the desert will you
give me my emptiness again
all the jewels of the mountain red
gravel of the Irrawaddy
I had three homes none of them mine
my wife was mad at me and turned away
for me there was no deeper pit than
this.
248.
As if our business is to make our way
to hell
only that way is the road to paradise
again
who made up all these stories even if
they’re true
everything that’s told is true is
true enough
how much is there to know about you
look into my life to find you
a crack in the windshield makes the sky
belong to someone else
you found your way into my arteries I
breathe you in
cleansing of the blood miracle of
simple prose
grammar of the heart nakedness of any
window
we forget the important things so
they can happen
an image worn smooth by too much looking.
Mar 9, 2015 | Uncategorized
245.
Where is this up I asked you to use
me to
a seashell in the sky a grammatical
awkwardness
Bruno’s cavatina in music someone’s
bound to die
we all are victims of perceiving
but what image lingers in the dying
mind
that is the real question about death
what do we go out with
wearing our curious inherited
garments
what symbol nestled in the socket of
the throat
so many things to remember only one
to carry with me
what is the mind before perceiving
the deep and simple well in which no
star shines.
246.
Day of knife angry dreams the crowded
train
never any clear way to get home
leaning on the woman till he fell a
statue
live in slo-mo with your eyes on fire
Schlomo, the king with a wife for
every night
but only one wife for all his days
married to wisdom with a golden
lariat
fine-tailed doves fly up into green
fronds
all this happens only because you’re
watching
if we didn’t see it wouldn’t be
language is the alley of dead kings
lets you speak without opening your
mouth.
Mar 8, 2015 | Uncategorized
243.
All the definitions are now in place
revise the animal feed it from your
lap
a bee knows by
the is the center of the maze
woodpecker gospelling a dead tree
bird bath tepid on the lawn
be quiet we are someone here
try to be as quiet as it is
we are not meant to live together
each human is alone with the earth
the earth my only wife
touch me if you can.
244.
Don’t worry about the numbers
John Muir told Emerson they keep
house by themselves
I teach the interpretation of mirrors
the calculus of skin
how many contacts in a sleeping life
don’t wake up for me
for I am sleeping too my music snores
gnats bother the porches of mine ears
how dreadful is the natural
give me the word that flees its thing
let me go to the country music goes to
when it fades away
let me live on the ashes of what
someone sang.
Mar 7, 2015 | Uncategorized
241.
And so gave up Jerusalem
want the trees before the clearing
no temple’s worth a living tree
let alone fifty acres of English oak
culled to craft one warship then
days you could still see the goddess
in the trees
before the parsons bored all life
away
in windowless senacles clustered
round guilt
grrr I will wolf this land anew and
lie on it
I thought you said you had no enemies
no I have no war my enemies are
friends
I do what you tell me who else is
there.
242 .
A lyric absence though birds mute
trees
lyric means doing something to the
air
lyric means the right to be wrong
keep company with dumb ideas
sailing paper metaphors around the
room
lyric means knocking on a wall and
crying Open
lyric means being baffled by an open
door
lyric love is not like other kinds
flowers bought in the supermarket
the old mast of the Ernestina lying on the dock
heartwood still fresh after a hundred
years
lyric means the heartwood of a living
tree.
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