The surface is frozen faulted slate. Creaks like an old woman pulling herself apart over god. A boy sits by the ice cold river and whittles. Studies the tacks in the night, dreaming of an island garden and trees hanging bruised fruit. Carves his name in thickest trunk. Breaks off limb for walking stick.Continue reading “Who’s to Say?”
The government has issued me a check No more dumpster diving for day old bread, sample booth dining in new ultra grocery, peanut butter cookies free all day at Leevers No more rice and beans free with loaf of bread, canned tuna pasta, pop tarts at St. Thomas Aquinas church gulped down free withContinue reading “Please Ezra Stop Haunting Me So I Can Enjoy My Student Loan Money”
—for kind teacher Allen Ginsberg Two pair black leather shoes lined up untied on turquoise rug under a pine coffee table Who is this nameless woman? Tell me or fuck you! I don’t want to read your poems Crooked smile Flox Purple shocks atop pale green stems in depression-glass vase next toContinue reading “I Don’t Get Paid Enough to Read This Kind of Shit”
Parked in Magnolia Boulevard viewpointI look south toward West Seattleand you An American flagstands straight out from its pole, rigid and shiveringin the relentless wind coming off the Sound I see rain on the distant Sound,leaning and marching toward usYou over there,me over here in my car listening toa cd my friend Jeff made meContinue reading “Parked in Magnolia Boulevard Viewpoint”
Smile tonight lunar, like a night like tonight (school children on a night- hike) Make right was a night light like moonlight– a moist hue grows on our skin Delight after groggy skyline miles at night What moon tonight!
A northern harrier drops from telephone cross pole as I ride under Dawdles low over dry cover, corn stalks with tumbleweeds With off balance ease up to another pole Never seen it dive
I hope there is a world where music is like a ten thousand note choir of crows who leaves the Arboretum each morning searching wide moist Seattle for sparkly things and returns in robust dark afternoon cloud for surprised MOHAI patrons and bike commuters, loud and strong and you are never far I hope thereContinue reading “2005 Solstice Poem”
Work for Jerry moving rock, three yards moved already this morning In the dirt, two grasshoppers mounted and still—Jerry: “Good for them, the little things, taking their time”
Worn foil expanse, flat, the St. Lawrence, gold toward Lake Ontario. Low light through emerald-blue waves breaks on the stone shore. A seagull cruises low over field of cut hay,
Words, rumors of the wind through drafty walls and windows like these. Light-pierced, burnt, the great spilling of words.