daily grind
October 8 2010 at 12:00 AM
caulked to a chair nine hours and
a 'lord these bones be creaking--
knee to muscle to blood to
rubble--ah mud.
up on the insect board,
nailed through limb yet
quivering still,
the looking glass swallows an
eye.
(laughter would be better than this)
mr god scientist writes another
note.
and upon this speared left cheek
i bury this sitting within some imagination of
need and purpose--
hours to dollars--
nob to nubbin....
thin tendons, taught truths--
endure to the end
mutha' fucka
draft
October 5 2010 at 12:00 AM
bathed in cinnamon and pearl,
you feel again the porcelain eaves strain a-gainst a
'cosm full of wind and weaving grain.
blurry october,
grieved-scratched trees rock and tap the
chambers gloom
--mopped--molded--
you lie in milk
--naked--shudder--tilt--
autumn arches it's back around the fields of the
fallen
teaspoons full then emptied of
spice--
we both cuddled up to this oak and felt it
ripple.
a whistling sigh, drain against flesh,
the splashing as you get up and dress is
rebellion.
rapids
July 22 2010 at 12:00 AM
silver along an
aluminum edge, spandrel days
limp
between seasons edged in
purpled amber.
face to the sky,
rolling blind down
white rivers.
left behind but still
remembered,
filter for melancholia,
stories told between
pillow and dreams.
salience and
rarefication.
starlight above clouds.
rolling blind towards a
luminous noise,
river drain, cascade
rumble.
i sense the space around
your emptiness,
silver edged in air.
ghosts unlimber as these
weeks line up and
break
against the rocks of
phantoms.
