Month: June 2021

flowerbasket

Rain      spurts      & starts
groundward         like shirts do
weighing little      as love weighs
a cool wind blown sideways 
thru window of my receiving, 
body. Touched & taught by 
a cool wet wind that searches as tongues do 
on each flat roof 
a hundred puddles 
make time felt as drums do 
like your heartbeat tugs
the hair on my arms, music, rain. 

smells drowned 
without their names, 
the drip at the tip of the leaf 
dropped
to the street, 
which once implied 
faces. How can I translate? 
transmitting all at once, an event, a touch of the visual. 
Rain                                       &                      &
         spurts                                  stops                    stirs
                     so I mishear the future 
                                                             in the past. 
Revelation makes me laugh (what else?) 
                                               like I found it and lost it, 
                      the flowerbasket        
                          sent downriver
                              in the rain.

Lovers across the way

Lovers: winking 
sly pinprick 
cigs drip from kissed lips 
holy like secret tears 
theirs or mine. 

across the way: 
me 
under awnings 
smelling 
rain. 

mangy night ripens moonless 
am sour round their domestic
obvious
how can they trust one another? 
grow memories like vines into eachother
bravery: 
ask them! ask anyone! find it! someone! 
there is someone that knows!

7:30-9am rem cycle

lava leaps where was      pattern-locked     
igneous rock                    thumbs sink into skin         
wherever it lives              my reddish soul is wet again
in rhythmic light              like fish who was released instead 
to sleep              of us     our heads 
in clouds like TV sideways              of us we make 
two-head wave like splitten tide 
the left the wings linear sweep the right 
the sink of stars, coding goodnight 
like stones in water slip from sight 
in blue mud butt to butt fetal as lima beans

fun w/ axes

delirious as thunder is 
or moles blind as earth, me too
sublime beach recede 
as thunder does 
in toxins wading, vacant blue 
to sleep in dreams, 
to wake in bruise s 
of years crumpled, fabric in loops
to unpeel this place, who will I lose? 
the future I must, 
the past I choose

spell for anger

spell for anger: 

anger, 

which is the body. preserving the first sin. registering in legacy

sin which is old, old. it closed its eyes 

(sin) 

and evolved to lose them in the dark

specializing

in the caves of the body. 

the weteyes cast down in apathy, repression. 

the anger of the back retching at bending again. strawberries

are cheap wherever you go 

but cheaper the Norther you go, actually,

divorcing further the labor of the people 

and the breathing of the people 

from profits of cancer.

gas fumes specializing 

in the caves of the body. 

who did it, then? 

did profit sin? 

yes. remember, yes, always. so cotton is the first ingredient

for the spell. A q-tip, swab under your eye: the second

ingredient is the first

tears your mom made you cry, 

when she with love let you fall. 

(you still have them, 

they are the only tears 

you’ve ever had.) 

the third ingredient

is that you cannot do this 

or anything alone. 

you need someone with you 

a friend, a tree.  

commune with them

thank them for being. 

now you are ready. 

you have with you: your baggage, yours,

your books, whether you have read them 

or you tote them, seeking the quiet, 

seeking the third

ingredient 

communion. 

spell: hold these things. 

  1. the wetkleenex 

in the cave of your pocket. 

  1. the snot, or the tears, 

the wetorganic you are. 

  1. the hand. 

(or the branch, or the leaf- 

trees are people too.) 

spell: hold them. 

the first sin 

is subjugation. 

of labor, land, of birth, water… 

humans are free

but working for survival is not choice. 

neither is cancer

of lung, addiction of soul, gutreaction to capitalism, 

depression. 

spell: to undo the unchoosing, subjugation,

choose. 

follow the thought you are, and choose it. 

name it, examine it. this takes time. 

especially at first. 

your mind is not used to being followed. 

there: at last: you are the anger. 

the spell for anger is to be angry

cleverly. say these words:

who in our life subjugates

how might we kill them? 

(they too will be born again.) 

fuck Baseball

red smear, green light 

within eyes, a kelpy drift 

downward, where breath confides 

soft, pooled, like low tide 

jellyfish, touch that splits time

two paths: symmetric as coincidence. 

time wrinkle, your place

fold me, on your lips 

patient hunger of apricot pits, we agree. 

fuck baseball