Demeter Multitude

Shy crowd that waits for winter
barely any kids.  Wind through poplars.
She is still upset about the manger. Years
have past but still there's the question
of power and shunning. She looks most like
the family. The others:  mutts. That was
our cat. Remember our primitive kitchen.
Floors tilt against whitewashed walls
beams the color of walnuts. Should I go
throw out the crumbs I've gathered
or should I eat them? Their dog barked
then I found out its name:  Corsica.

Land of Analysis: Linden Tree Blues

Under those love hangs golden
for bees a roaring their buzzing
so loud their buzzing fills a huge
area I wonder if they miss the honey
their bees--I ask them and they say
missing them makes it so--makes it
convenient or else makes it better to
have another life one of deadlines other
two-legged creatures their certain outlook
problems they thought existed like wings
but don't so careful about speaking words
speaking about the dastardly mites.

Tom Clarkless Days

Following footsteps in old Europe
to new understanding
campfires out in the full moon
hills they call whales.  Out here
harmony cool wind footsteps
stubborn roots out in rich glacial
soil. Animal self.  Can be. The road
granite limestone Milan deer sandstone
ravens talk about the moon fully.

Fire Bombs

Water did not extinguish them
sand worked or cloths
the trees bushes all on fire
even now the fear comes back
a siren starts it she said at the old burg
everything burned church forgotten
all that praying many times per week
just like it was yesterday or even now.

Salon Ursula

Sheaves of wheat
support the Black Madonna
of Altoetting now in Kempten.
We followed the city wall
down to the Iller to willows
pungent tangled debris
never got a good combing all awash
further on.  My mother still jealous
about the flute its music
sweet and low and sorrowful.

Kamchatka Kousins

They need to say grizzly
their eyes cool fires
their intensity leaves for
a worn trail through grasses
down to the swirling river
its bars and banks
we will feast and then say goodbye
after all we are related
when hearing stories
of huge furry creatures
their snouts their fishing abilities
think later which parts truer.

Sent From My iMind

Rich life before bombs
afterwards but different
money is not what I mean
is all she thinks about meanly
where she was born hospital
cemetery church school apartment
Memmingerstrasse 13 yesterday
spoke to people same place
seventy years ago how
who where when say hello for me
yes yes renovations noticed

Trostberg Roseburg twin sounds
would never have
if it had not been for you
your rich neighborhood in ruins loving
your maps of wild life generous
my Roman uterus tipped gone
perfectly formed watery watering
pictures statues that same single mom
and her kid everywhere all around.