September 2008

Sept 5

"Standing Up"

Trying to unwind
sitting on the couch naked eating ice cream
soon I'll go out, eat take out
get caught in the rain
of an art movie
shake my brain
say hi to Mark
meet my girl
if she calls
at a party with people, new
faces to say hello to
read a book, some old words
made new and wonder
when I'll lie down again

Sept 7

vast flaming sky                    who didn't meet
night gone by                    may meet again
over brick houses
                                     rumble of winter
history shivers                    a rushing train
in summer clothes
                                     steps underground
rings the email                    w/mouse-tacky feet
blows nose
                                     the centre is fixed
who soon wakes                    the frame expanding
to share this day
                                     unravelling & winding up
the rough-worn floor                    lukewarm cuisine
outside of the door
                                     jealous knob
said the dog                    "touch me and see"
& barked with substantial air


Sept 10

with a
great firing                    the oval epoch
                                     peeps in/out
eyes of a roll-top desk
                                     an air above air
which is ceremony
                                     & concealment
heavenly eggs
                                     easily done
from up here
                                     finding embodiment
to corrupt the scheme       block the ear
                                     the knot in the chain
being Nature
                   beetle crossing highway
bug      in the ice-cream


Sept 15
"facts about fiction"

wooly stars
her hair
I put an arm around her while she reads

on sweet slime slides the mind
   a crushed snail stung by bees

flocking texts
O, pastoral loneliness    - flung
in the 3rd floor hallway
of the moral of
the teeming univers-       ity


18 Sept
"insomnia poems"

under the lips of paint
we derided       a soldier sang
sundry anythings    not bad
a diplomat too
and could see into your closet
with x-ray eyes    closed
Her majesty's train
Saran Wrap of India
preserved her parts
in decadent phrases

in the event of evening, the ice
poured in as a powder
we stirred & by a stick
a feeling was felt, evidence the waving lariats
galloping loaves & plummeting fishes
sneaking along the disordered string
we arrived alive
which might have been otherwise
night engines bay and day
is an opaque pill

pitches the capsule perilously
Coconut-National-Milk
   & blood in the ditches
The mud preserved the
notebook's date
I had a guess but came too late
Sun dries etc.   A silken bird
However smooth
is unlettered junkmail
& 100% truth

*

Night presides, yes. Where is she?
In the cool air.
And I, in my scholarly dimension
small & mute.
Mice crawl in the walls
and miss my traps.
Nothing works, but I work.
A car horn toots.
When you want me, I'll be there
So says my windy muse.
So strains the wind to amuse.

*

if
the words grow like weeds in the drab darkness of the gut 's need
or spring in the clear-cut schedule
well, i don't mind

22 Sept

Sweet in the morning, dust at noon

Sleep on its bicycle seeks you

Grinding sand from its chain

In its lane     I'm able     sweaty    and late

Custodial blues / house rules / back at school

Screwed in the basement bathrooms

Abandon       Tradition

& do it again