Jan 4, 2015 | Uncategorized
129.
To see anything at all is just
remembering it
but the word you hear in silence is
actually now
or five minutes of the future pulling
you forward
a friend tugging you into the park
children sailing boats in the
fountain woman eating corn
myriads mix the chessboard rises to
the sky a rook topples
the tower falls towards you from an
empty sky
it lands slowly and builds up around
you
you have been spoken now
vague animals roam around the base in
the dark
but at the top you still can see the
sun
setting behind mountains that weren’t
there when you first looked.
130.
If the son knew the father as the
mother knows the son
the gate would open and the world
would enter in
Blake didn’t say this but he meant it
children had no place in his world or
mine except for me
eternal selfish child of self all
brooding wanting
a child cancels the father and
abandons the mother
that is how generations erase their
past and are erased in turn
I am not prepared to say more than
the words in your mouth
warm sun on chill morning no further
than that
purple vestments today’s mass
mourning for last night
nothing special about her just that
she was
washed by the wind instructed by her
hair.
Jan 3, 2015 | Uncategorized
127.
Light runs the machine
before sunrise no cloud no wind
and now the sky is full of tossing
no method only mind
consciousness is a habit of matter
it thinks where it can
that’s where we come in
a freight train right through
Callicoon
a little boy anxious about the sky
pine trees taller than anywhere
I came to life where Oedipus left it
every grove is sacred every girl a
god.
128.
Not so limber when the light decides
you know all this is signs
a word on a truck goes by
you know I’m in love with you don’t
you
the hedge said it topiary of words
lost in the maze of a single straight
line
does this street go to heaven
the word has no meaning in a world of
streets
streetcorner the statues of Venus
till the emperor wakes
between bed and bathroom the shadow
of a dream
you don’t know her name but that’s
all you don’t know
old locomotive movie about lovers a
lifeboat.
Jan 2, 2015 | Uncategorized
125.
Did I say make do with it I said make
new
quoting almost Master, Wizard of Ez,
who made this coat I wear
blundering dragons under the hillside
wake
debt rules the world but to whom to
whom
when I finally acknowledge how much I
owe you
unfixable system open gate and go
I don’t think there are secular
solutions
no driving force out here but profit
profit it seems so rational it is the
opposite
don’t for all that close reason’s
door
no one is waiting on the other side
only the eternal rich stealing from
the eternal poor.
126.
Hard place to despair at morning
I know what I know and what good is that
self-knowledge is the same as
self-delusion
lies you can use like homemade
weather
the sun persists in rising romantic
call the world a cathedral and empty
your pockets
call it a mosque and bow down
outside Eden the righteous anger of
the uninformed
believe me there is only one
conspiracy
the grammar of money burns a hole in
your head
aftermath I said and molecule and
touch your mother
too many people want nothing from me
not.
Jan 1, 2015 | Uncategorized
123.
Wanted to do this hard-edged island
in the city
could be Manhattan could be
Berthillon
makers of fine wax masks to mood your
seeming
this little language lobster in your
trap
broken cage left empty on the sands
void your prisms soon o white man
a voice comes through the stovepipe
listen
charcoal hisses at you beneath the
ribeye listen
the blackbird explains it in the
hedge
your fingernail on the mirror watches
we need more footnotes and fewer
wheels
broken plaster statue still Mother of
God.
124.
O light no different from the night
before
as plain as the beginning of all
things
simple as hydrogen a one-piece light
the longest day on the smallest
island sounds like life
terror in every sense rises from
identity
pulchritudo voluptas fortitude
and give all things to everyone you
meet
discard your enemies like old clothes
etc.
teach a morality machinery aspires
to be one with you without myself
there will always be oligarchs be one
or leave it alone
there is a broken branch a bird can
sing on still.
Dec 31, 2014 | Uncategorized
121.
The mystery of when this must be said
lungful of particulars maiden voyage
each thought in your hair
over the frozen lake a childhood
spell a letter read
a breath from their mouths condenses
on St. Peter’s dome
we break our vows by silence wet
tongue of the beast
Anglican hollyhocks rise by the stone
Buddha
I can’t remember to dissemble this
self no I
I spend my day interrogating ocean
my nights parsing my interrogations
drink soup with me breadcrumbs on the
snow
a bird will follow them to the open
book
always contradict the weather the
Cross is contradiction.
122.
Long day to celebrate the light
knows what’s coming a colonnade in
hemisphere
to catch a solar system in your back
yard
southern somehow arrogance to kiss
the wind
I fought against me all my life and
lost
nearby on the longest day a sheet of
light
we saw it slice down into the forest glade
pagans these days more pious than
Christians
the earth asks more of us than Bible
does
stand up and be shadow wield the axe
of light
horns of a bull wit of the woman
pluck
flowers out of nowhere and braid them
in your hair.
Dec 30, 2014 | Uncategorized
1.
Measurable the music
forensic afternoon manuscript
who murdered the morning
alter your A’, scriptor,
get ready to wedge them down
into the welcoming silent matter
that brain below the brain
sympathy is union with the dead
peachpits germinate next spring
in a tune like this
nothing gets lost neither
sorcerer nor saltimbanque
a child chided before supper
wants to go home but is home
woe woe a foundling feeling
can you get over it?
personality defects hypnosis heals
to be in your hands though
drink from earth’s hollows
you replicate by anatomy
a child and an encyclopedia
2.
incurious pharmacy of oil
sandalwood I learned to sew
lions roamed that city when
medical issues glamorous therapist
cool fingers on the swamp of my brow
healing is happenstance alone
crystals by the Keekenhanna
cure the wound by waterfall
into the stone the illness falls
water tells more than the land knows how
exercise the spirit that glossy colt
be quicker in it,
be mercury
no one will be there when I look
opened this door a thousand times
fumble the light switch temple maiden
you need a shave she plainchanted
olives red crush beneath our feet
the inward moment springs on us
one more lion to ride home
you speak their language with your knees
that was the hegemonic greeting
kissed her shadow so she spoke
the words for once don’t count
but I will tell thee them
what counted was her breath
upon my temporal-parietals
what she said was Mind this matter
3.
imagine we had done this long ago
gotten to the quick of questions
and touched the silent matter then
not waited all those years of who are you
but plunged all wet through the crazy gate
wise houses waiting to teach us a story
far away to our very selves
think of the children in the quince trees
all chattering in Welsh we’d be
and no one to gainsay our games
Principessa Salome you slew
my image quenched it in your own
kissed my dead lips till they spoke
and everything was language once again
no more damned music
I am afraid of being about things
want only always to be from them
from them all the way to thee
your ear your easy rapture
and all the children waiting to be fed
hasn’t the sunshine said enough?
4.
the fewer words that answer far
legible at close quarters chapped skin
imponderable yesses and no wonder
questions seem to be part of the sky
his business with Gaea and all the green
and scarlet things are answers to
whom was happy as a drug can make
a friend a beach
a nightingale
uncaged in Switzerland, yes you
ride my pony far as please
different faiths for different miracles
blue light deep in my mother’s diamond
first time I saw it, look for it always
sick eyes among the lilies from Peru
stanchions hold foot traffic back
one league southeast the raven croaked
a town grows from a raven’s wing
a town is a bird’s shadow solid grown
I walked until I found a field
and there you were guised as shadow
guised as ten thousand stalks of corn.
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