Friday, January 30, 2015

Time Immemorial

It is said to not even exist
blob of dark mountainous
stopping right before
the very new
dump right at the edge
shopping center million dollar
police station investigating
crimes of significant next

Where were the other parts?
Up in the palms wind feathery paper
over under the Noni cool against moon
glow breathing gravity releasing blink
ocean garden up on the hills they study it
create paths it looks inviting to walk there

Thursday, January 29, 2015

The Viewing

Today is the field trip to see
where it stopped by the dump
before the mixed recycling
covering asphalt wild meets tame
an arctic plain investigating itself
meanwhile edges burn and widen
one stage of grief will be addressed
time to move on life goes on Long's
back in business even Jungle Love
a frozen animal Earth caught
in the act trying to take it back

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

The Relentless Quit

Glad to see Jackson Pollock younger
than ever celluloid serious will he break
under pressure of the gold watch voice
of opera voice of the chart paper jeering
metal Eskimo yo yo too heavy to lift

turning inward that moment anything it takes
to become American ruthless shortening life
up ahead outside raining smearing windows
the moment rainbow bouncing without halt

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Ye Olde Ghoest Town

Hardly a place to stumble upon
single file over rocky streets
decorated by tumbleweeds
square buildings false fronts
left unlocked extremely difficult
to understand when everything

modeled after my face
hair ash blond dishwater blond
wind said this greasy by mid
morning Mom brushed hers upside
down starting at her neck underneath
in Germany everyone knowing how
Dad crushing beer cans creatures
strange at the picnic breakfast
leftovers in the now getaway van
zooming from the place we still
hadn't seen hours and hours
relief visiting mile after mile

Monday, January 26, 2015


The view pretty all signs and symbols
what did they mean sunk down
self wasn't an open door no matter

spirits exactly out in the open
impossible to measure or tell about
I said I would and meant it the long
short of it nearing the shore sinking
getting there the rest of the way
at least from one place to another
gold dredge off in the distance

people in their roles thank goodness
but also the very thing that destroys
this poem its speaker the point

Saturday, January 24, 2015


Reading dreams the moon
up early over mountain pastels
forgot mind's perimeter the open
wound of education and educators
roundness almost tripping down
stairs on the way out not seeing
her tail a telephone cable underfoot
my shoe rolling off water ship's deck
worrying all day returning all forgotten
forgiven life flicking side to side

Friday, January 23, 2015

For That

Look to words as creaky corroded
rusting rails orange burnished repose
strange muse continuing to speak
crumbling shrill under clacking lights
out it will happen quickly that part
meanwhile slow trains most romantic
Eugene along the river the place new
before the sun drifts high listening in