9/18/15

wealthy mud wasp



what does it pay to be a mud wasp laborer?
this one here must be doing pretty well
has a nice winter home up high on the roof beam
and a small summer villa down the wall by the floor

either way
an easy flight back and forth
place to self-built place
no panic threats of rain
not much of a sharp draft
and outside the gated doors
a scenic view of the playground

i bet the children
when they come
won’t feel the sting
of poorer bugs

3/15/15


(6)

your words have breath
delicate in their yearn for love
steady in their push of passion
orgasmic in their release of lust

I retire every night
bathed in a mist
as if words were a coming
of your traveled breath
upon
me

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Hold my hand



There will come a day
 deleted
 vapor trail dissipated
This window of the sky
 endless & empty

Hallucinations of memories
 speckling glints
Notes from the staff
 silenced to a
 rest

Hold my hand here…
 now…
 denatured as ghost encryption

It’s all the human I’ve got to lend
 before leaving
 before letting go
 before walking away
 invisibled

In the rain


rain on the windshield
  relentless momentum forward
    wiping clear the bombarding blurs
      the external annoyances
        the threats of derailment
self-propelled
  full tanks of purpose
    locked into the guidance
      blind faith
         in
            thrust


unknown source

2/9/15


Crushed in the air I breathe
as a lonely moment of vertigo
brings me to god & back…
or whatever god is…
just an Nth feeling - maybe?
afloat through the realms
of null, religion
of null, language
of null, understanding
of numb
of being
of eyeless sight
of disembodied perhaps/ment
struggling to comprehend
how far to the right I am
from the decimal point

Crushed in the air I breathe
I will suspend time
as a lonely moment of vertigo
brings me to what’s
missing
and I still don’t
know


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2/4/15


(2)

You’re still so new to me

My tongue barely knows the
skin of your words

flickers
teases
drums to be let in

drums hard pounds
and judges reverberations
searching for meaning
searching for translation

tastes unknown
taste saturated in oils
in juices dripping from
splits in the rind

The skin of your words
a permeable sheath over
tender brilliance
I’ve yet to know…

unknown source

1/28/15

- slipping



tell me
my life
makes yours
better

everyday
is a
worry
and a
fear

insecure
as i
slip

uncaught

a hole
in the
net

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1/20/15


  ( haiku: the female form )

        Her architecture
Her pure, naked perfection
     Her form enthralls me





I’m invented
because
you love me
into
being

(5-7-5)


(haiku: from the heart)

Audible silence…
Speaking from the heart takes time…
  Put forth the effort

Every piece of you
gives me
peace of mind




Poetry
is as 
simple 
as an 
unexpected 
compliment.