Wednesday, December 31, 2008

hands

between
my thumb and
index
fingers
I hold
yours

some
new scars
since
the last time

but still
mostly
the same

familiar
and beautiful
I kiss
them
they
express

love

shovelling

across
the concrete
scraping

steel blade
pushes
frozen
dust of
water vapor

crystal
flakes
blowing
out of the north

bundled
aching
three more
inches

steam
expelled
from lips
nose
drips

shovel
the
drive

flight in the air

a harp
plucked
ethereal
and
I'm the
one
played

Saturday, December 27, 2008

too loud

too big
too bold
too much
too many

that's me

I finally know
but it's
too late

depression

i used to
try to save
every single
morsel

i was afraid
of losing
it all
if i lost
the tiniest
crumb

just like
my mother
saved her
straws and napkins
from the
restaurant
because
she learned
in the depression
how hard things
could be
to come by

i used
to gather up
the remnants
and reminisce
somehow knowing
how
difficult
it would be
to come by
happiness again
some day

but i forgot
to gather
up the present

absent
losing it all
while trying to
gather up
and save

a little jazz

from far away
a horn
is flowing
toward my
senses

a little bass
places
the rhythm
in my foot

and the brushes
kiss the snare

just about there

my nostrils flare
and I take a sniff
of blackness
warm in cup

between my years
they coalesce
and I emerge
in tune

broken lady

hi my name is
broken lady

bent
and
crumpled
rumpled
up
with life

dropped
from
high
altitudes

exploding
across
the pavement
in every
direction
from
the point
of impact

betrayed
by time
and illusions
delusions
and
false
conclusions

beaten
by the
bricks
of each
and every
bad
decision

happy
to make
your acquaintance
but
please
don't shake
my hand

don't touch
me
don't
come near
me
I am broken
and you
might
get cut

cover

i want to knit
you a blanket
of the warmest
fiber
hand spun
on my very own
loom
harvested
from my
hemp
and my
flax
and my
sheep

i want
to dye
the fiber
the richest
colors
from the
ripest
fruit
and the
driest
root

i want
to tie
each knot
and seal
it with a tear
to keep you
dry
and safe
from fear

i want
to take
that blanket
and wrap
you up
keep you warm
safe from harm

i want to
knit you a blanket
adorned
with
a landscape
of love
fertile earth below
shining heavens above

i want to
cover every inch
i want to
cover every thing
i want to
keep you warm
keep you
safe from harm

image

there it was
a 4 x 5
with all the
reds faded
you smiling
on the beach
your eyes
laughing
a future
was
dancing
in the wings
but never
took the
stage
because
of rage
we never
turned the
page

like misery

stone
inside
heart

weight
transfered
pride

a kiss
a wish
a feather

we could be
together

but we
like misery

too late?

is it too late
to love you?

am I too far gone?

is it too late
to love you?

have you moved on?

every tree speaks your name
with the rustling of the leaves
the wind is its breath

every tall grass prairie
waves me on toward you
blazing gold
in autumnal splendor
it is you I remember

I'm blanketed in compost
warm and steaming in the frost
of late fall, winter coming

you're far gone
but the guitar imitates
your timber and your pitch

I turn away
only to see the ocean
and the waves
of the tides pull
the memories
of warm nights
and the churning

quell this yearning
have mercy

what is contentment?
leave me in peace.
stop the ghosts from beckoning

let the waves wash over
these memories
and erase them
from my shores

a blank and peaceful
beach
I can rest upon
once more

murder in Gaza

a body
lies in Gaza
dead
and dreaming
not much
different
than the
living

Friday, December 26, 2008

stone

hard
around
the
edges

rolling
and
pushed
by time

resting
against
a multitude

begun
until
again

kicked
blown
polished
by the wind

broken no more

in so deep
it hurts

it's going
to be
a long time
coming

until
we can
walk again
in daylight

I can't wait
to hold
your
hands
and show
my friends
my
beloved

will we be
too old
by then?

no
no
we
can't

I'll
stay timeless
in my
cocoon
with
you

wrapped
in
warmth
and
smiles

effortless
broken
no more

lay down

past
the pause
that interrupts
a fragile
balance
of tangling

beside
the stream
inside
a dream
we recline
together

your breath
brushes
my cheek
your touch
whispers
of love

I am bent
down
with
emotion
my eyes
shut

I shutter
you are
there
and have
the essence
I need
to survive

I writhe
with desire
and ache
against
the hope
of our bed
becoming
a garden
where
love
can grow

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

somehow entrenched

give the universe the finger
that's right
point it right at the heart of god

nothing works out
it all falls apart
you and I are not different
from chaos
itself

between us
individuality blurs
we become
each others pain

push and pull
refrain

every kiss
every soft touch
is a rush of joy
but a fearful
cut widens

with the depth
of feeling
that fear grows
and grows

and I just want to settle!
I just want to settle!
but I can settle
for no one but you.

how hard
it is to feel you
from way over here
way over
here

Saturday, December 13, 2008

compassion

dew bejeweled grass
amber sunset tinted blades
sharper beams refracted

a breath of shade
relief from burning rays
and sizzling pavement

nest of a warm blanket
insulating the chill
comfort and cradle

pushing the edge

knife to skin

push edge through

red pours life

essence streams

cold fingertips touch
across the abyss

smell
the acrid acid
of hell

states of matter

a solid
it happens
my
heart
beats

a liquid
my blood
pulses
and
I feel

gaseous
buoyant
recumbent

I turn
to plasma
and suffer
you

you exist

most definitely
you exist

and there
the molecules
resist

my chemistry
my interaction

with you

I reach

a point
where I change
my state

from
a solid
to a liquid
to a gas

and then
to some quantum
basis
that
begs
for my
participation
but doesn't
wait for my
permission

I love you
what is that?

what is that?
that that sets
me on my side?
that that takes
me in its wake,
its undertow
and drowns
my sensibilities

every
inch of
my essence
is immersed
I have
no breath
of my own
I can't own
the air

it's all
on loan
from
the universe
for a time

and you too
are like my heart
or any other organ
that I cannot
live without

oh this dysfunction!

I love you
and I don't know
what it means

it means
nothing
without action
without touch
without interaction

so I love
an illusion

a dark
ethereal
body

distant
nondescript
produced
by some
chemical
trick in my head
my brain

electrons again
where are you?
I miss you.
I love you.
do you
really exist?

if so
then...

where are you?

et

extra
terrestrial

magnetic fields
swaying
in the moonlight

beyond
our atmosphere

but exacting
perturbations
that could
only
belong
to
mysteries

my flesh
is torn
and stretched
and
will someday
cease
its breath

then I will
fly
to see
just what
is there
within
that
orbit

that
rest

after all

in the morning
moon
the light
reflected
is abundant

and quite
enough
to illuminate
a reality
I prefer

but day
will come
and the sun
will shine

then I will
see
exactly
what it is
I defy

there
across the
road
your disinterest
waves
in the wind

and the crows
alight
upon
the
rhythm
of the
moving
stems

you
will
never
return

I
am
all
alone

Friday, December 12, 2008

come

my
body
pulses

in accord
with
your
touch

it remembers
the cosmic
life form
that exhaled

and it
returned
as it came
and remained
but had
gone
nowhere
and
everywhere
as a wind

bury your
head
in the
ample
bosom
of a woman
that bends
to your
every breath

bury
yourself
in my thighs
in my chest
grab
my waist
touch my
face
kiss
my
mouth
take
my
sighs

come

full moon

eyes wide
with nothing
inside

longing
for a
touch

even
just a
brush

crush
me
with
love

crush
me
with
that
syrup
that
coats
my throat

that
flavors
everything
with sweet

flavors
that make
me come
into being

bring me
to life

bright
like that
moon
in
the
cold
December
night

craving

aching belly
twists
wrenching
the last
ounce
of resistance

coiling within
uncoiling
and
turning
the rock
over

all the
creatures
run for
cover

all the
creatures
living
there
run

to you

state of being

all but taken up
fringe hangs
from my face

I have dog-eared
marred
stones
dropping
sending
out
waves

my book
is left
open
my pages
torn

I want
you to
read me
retrieve
me

write your
dedication
on my
sheets

wear
the words
in your
ears

and
heart
and
beat
me
beat
me
until
I submit

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

cataclysm (K-T event)

impact crater
depressed

thrown into
catastrophic
flux

atmospheric
compression

ash
obscures
vision

diaplectic
glass
spatters

burning
maw

drowning

swinging
beast
swipes
at my
beating

opened
gate
kisses
commas

deluge
ensues
tonsils
submerge

Monday, December 1, 2008

week five painting Babcock Park, McFarland


buildings madison more con trails etc.




fire














For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone."