Tuesday, December 31, 2013

In The Future Tense

Tell me about the planet
in words without their cages
straight up and down
set free at last
where curve is curve
and land is temporary.
Tell me your story
paint it with the past
I'll catch the drippings
borrow the cave of leaves
call it my personal library
historic thoughts small boats
moored in the lagoon.

Monday, December 30, 2013

On

It was a path they remembered by heart
the time the horse dragged him more experienced men
stopping to help how some were tall and some were going
to be short emblems and crests were unfamiliar
but nobody asked what they meant until the duchess
inquired. This was humbling how beautiful
they were looking at their faces one could see
the others as in a crystal fleeting just turning to go.

Sunday, December 29, 2013

First Week

It is exactly the same out there
he would say it with another accent
now there is a ceiling he did not see
flat land rich where the river once meandered
eccentric costumes of the visitors the trees
only a naked person can see past temperature
genius of the periodic table running the show.


Saturday, December 28, 2013

Machines Of Boredom

He probably did not want to return but followed
all arrows pointing back to his place of habitation
strange how it didn't look so familiar after all
who was this person with tubes dangling lines
tape clips wasn't what he remembered or was it
usual now plastic metal liquids constant warmth
the place he stepped into out of was he deciding
still it was settled he had been remote too young
other wars not to die of boredom while alive
don't get mad what is left almost gone to a place
where they speak mathematically or not at all.

Friday, December 27, 2013

Messenger

The nets are useful
they keep everything in
plus you can see through
to what you got strong
but they have a limit 
candles and the foggy day
nearly California before
vinyasa flow remember 
samovars on Alaska Airlines
adding hot water to the dregs

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Open

That animal
along the fence
world gone
wandering fog
mind on him
getting better
pears seize
they lean curl
past the gate
thought it shut


Wednesday, December 25, 2013

To Get It 24 Hours

We drove past my old grudge
the vacated House of Pancakes
I was supposed to give up all my tips
my trainer waitress saw my hand
pocket jingling with quarters
master's degree made worthless
fired by the ex-con managers
you can't keep it you can't
con a con they laughed
gave me another head-to-toe
I believed them to be sisters 
then on to Sherm's Thunderbird
where Roseburg shops organic and regular
entrance crowded gigantic dream catchers
American eagles red white and blue
right before the produce section.