Saturday, March 10, 2018

Coat Check


We could meet in the parking lot
Of the Circle Cinema; the coffee
Shop has tasty tarts and comfy
Couches for us to share. Stir my

Cream in mystic spirals—recall
Steam over winter grates, clouds
Like meringue toasted in sun fall,
We were women in long clothes,

Ornamental metals chained around
our necks. In the second it takes to
Spin I have fallen in love with your
Chin and how your laughs sound.

Brown leaves as frozen as green
Buds in glaze, the season wheels
Like a drunken cinematographer
Who tries to tell what kisses mean.

Tuesday, March 06, 2018

National Auto


The dealership by the highway
Never takes down the fleet flag
In its floodlights and flash,
Though, because of another
Meaningless American massacre,
It is at half-staff.  
     Past midnight
In a winter storm, hail and freezing
Rain, the seams have come un-
Done among the strips.
   A body
Of blue, the stars freeze silver.
Red ribbons and white bandages
Like tentacles coil the harpoon pole.

How fast can you drive on ice?
How far?

Saturday, March 03, 2018

Reflection in Difference


My chiral lover from long ago
Don’t make me sad. Say, “told
You so.” I think I do not want
To know, or impose once more.
Peripheral to lives we’ve lived

Apart and still a part of today,
I could grab your hand and find
It warm. I missed your wave
From the window as I drove
Away into the rain, the night,
Drove away from this time.

Thursday, September 07, 2017

Knightly Dreams

Boiler plate on my breast
With a crest of crossed fingers
I consult my arsenal, the ideal,

Like a falcon hooded on my wrist.
I campaign for the honest truth,
Love from lust to brotherhood.

Come, run with me. Noble,
Wild as mountains or wind.
We flow together, one in blood.

Years have turned and gone, heart,
Since I touched your shiny lips,
Your laugh warm against my neck.

I will not let your death be quiet.
Though my broken voice ages
What we share will fill pages.

Wednesday, September 06, 2017

Log In (a paste poem in memory of J.A.)

Got it wrong in the past, rewrite it.
The normal rules of nature do not apply.
It makes individuals sensitive to context,
Regardless of the level of existence.

The peach harvest is way down in Georgia.
Sensitive to context and 'open' to change
what does apply? A two-pronged approach
helps us adapt to adversity. Push RESET.

It has practical applications. By backing up
You watch where you no longer are.
Kick in to rapidly open a window.
Strike out to emphasize the need.

Enter into a more adaptive or 'plastic' state—
The idea becomes paradoxical, a contradiction.
Aren't we surprised that it might be possible?
Imagine “I’m melting” as permanent lifestyle.

We need to pay more attention to context.
Consciousness seems to be always continuous.
Reconfigure the juxtapositions. Slice and dice
Existence at the interstices ≈ the swerve.

I believe this is the future to believe in
Again. The illusions vanish but reflect
Caught in headlights at noon—BOOM!
There are no perceivable edges, only ends.

Monday, August 21, 2017

Once a Future

Late
Afternoon and
I hold my balls in hand.
The world should be a better place.
Wait.

Hylozoist

Matter represents itself
As all possible reality.
This apple isn’t orange,
It is roughly vermillion.

I knew as much when I
Was only four years old.
I liked the feel of warm
Sand on a sunny day.

I built office buildings
For little plastic citizens.
My best friend was far
Away at kindergarten.

I barely knew who I was.
I knew what I could do.
How do you access the
Unconscious by yourself?

A fortiori, you understand
Yourself as a subconscious.
At the core, we know what
We think of a slow sun sink.

The sun becomes the moon.
Moon becomes midnight.
Ralph said stars are alive.
I let me soul come and go.

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