the galaxy spiral

May 12, 2012 § Leave a comment

guests gather just
so guess at
low pressure tests
know best answers
come lest they tend
to don’t for fog front
moves in creeps in
sleep in minimal
transference stage
upright stay till days
delusion you few options
wander into periphery
heresy to hang on here
hand to unheralded head
here’s said once staked
once steady
once stark stratified
loosened at all ravels
running into tangled
encyclopedia’d self
chaptered outlined bio’d
listed graphed corrected
corrected corrected
coerced upon striated flesh
meshed minds folded into
times of collusion banked
paranoia for future falls
fossilized tracts drown in dust
to dust to dusk stalling we
on the galaxy spiral


May 10, 2012 § 3 Comments

rarely has
a soft hand
it so often presses
down it so often tears
it so often jabs with a
taloned finger, holes left to scab over
then it will move on temporarily
leaving ones hope to grow
if only just a bit
tender headed hope
searching skyward

in the bestiary of my imagination

May 9, 2012 § 5 Comments

In the bestiary
of my imagination
there are common family
dilemmas among
the creatures there

who is to carry
the eggs back
to the tunnels
if you were
let’s say, a middle ant
taking orders via pheromones
from those hatched
only days before you were

the Queen cares not to listen
to such grievances
just do as your brother,
he’s done it before
and knows how it’s
to be done

what of the jay
having spent every hour
for a week straight building
a perfectly suitable nest
in a spot
out of the elements
under the eve
of the woodshed
landing proudly
with what he had hoped
to be the last bit of dry grass
for the lining
only to lose the same argument
males have lost forever
on matters domicile

and one can’t forget
the mallard
in her immodest garb
relegated by some outdated
to stay nearly silent
and always two
paces behind
her flamboyant mate
for life

and he
returning to the same
spot again this year
only, this time without her

walking towards the
edge of the pond
he looks back
every so often
before entering the water
perhaps wishing no longer
to float

sounding the depths

May 7, 2012 § Leave a comment

sounding the depths
of all
of that
which is you to
get the shape right
in my mind finding
where the trenches are
where I can go or
where it is better
to float
to see what mystery
may emerge
maybe better
to sit on the shore
having mapped the
submerged landscape
filling in the spaces
with wishful outcome
dropping pebbles in
to watch the rings spread
out to


May 3, 2012 § 2 Comments

should there be pity
for all of these kings
drowning in storms
of their own making?
rain of
perceived treason filling
the oceans of their minds
for them?
perhaps a fraction

but look…
see how they slip beneath
the surface of anxiety
darkly funny
if you bother to
give it much thought

He sits

May 3, 2012 § 7 Comments

He sits at the kitchen table
and talks about the dead
as if they had just passed
him the cream and took from
him the sugar

in a white t-shirt
pushing around
a jumble of mail
and newspapers
he talks about the dead
as if they just finished
their coffee and adjusted
their greasy ball caps

he sits
in this compressed time
the years slipped
into the small pocket
on the bib of his overalls

and talks about the dead
as if they just rose
from the chairs around him
and tapped him on the shoulder
as they walked by him and
out of the front door
into morning

hi Koo

May 1, 2012 § Leave a comment

hi Koo how is you?
this day drove deep – a splinter
be you (the needle)

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