Monday, September 30, 2013

Olden Thesis

Not new but newish best describes
the idea of it I'm not quite sure if
that's what you meant with all the layers
my thoughts are negative that way
but interesting what was uncovered
people slept on what else to do
during a disaster that's where I'd be
curled up thinking up until the last
of you and your ways how to understand
even the edges and the gifts I saw
for a short time in all that dusty jumble.

I could go there I mean to that place
and live there and dig or watch it dug.
What would I understand? Would it be
what I had always wanted thought about?
Would I understand myself and everyone
better or would it just be another scene
of spirits lurking around missing everyone
everything they worked so hard to notice
get noticed loved examined off the hook.

Friday, September 27, 2013

The Egg Between Us

Holds a frozen potion
no rust in a frozen land
something inside
a cracked idea
spills around itself
circles close moon
did not see it all
eyes expected flat
got multi instead.


Details

It was sad about the lost data but not all of it was useful
who am I to say except I am responsible for my part
fake numbers set out in rows meaningless decisions
by others at the reins from the top down.  I rode along
guilty of the crime creating more and more nowhere
large enough to put all output there will be more endless
more ideas it led to that point history gutted bombed burnt.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Forgotten

Then surfaces appear
become past real soggy
milder than it was not photographic
partly real no shadow going the distance
slips between here and there overnight
when nobody was looking nobody checking
but breath from sky stars wave of night.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Main Idea

Down main street the news
rattles in an old car once shiny
not so long ago some kept up
their vehicles that now roll
slowly in a parade to show
how it was so dusty even then
things got old forgotten
but their faces stayed new
young working tired on a break.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Kalamata

Tried to interpret the language
butterflies doors branches
masks on and off what could
be heard from far off
translated given more time
present moment clouds or land
out beyond collapsed Picasso sense
crude sun dial stuck in the estuary
with bright idea billowing. 

That's you.  Me I am
five post meridian weep.
I'm supposed to look beyond
remember the figure that waved
almost to Kalamata especially
that moment out in a wild field
supposed to report on it
before the next station.