Wednesday, April 26, 2006

lonely is the rain
until it joins in puddles
where the birds can bathe
Just a bit of bone, she said
that sometimes gets tickled,
sometimes gets hurt--
though usually it rises and
usually it falls on its own.
And sometimes the it is a she,
one connected to her backbone,
one connected to her wishbone.
One.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

no longer the carmel color
of her youth, she is still the
true burlap lady. nor has she
the acrid smell of her youth,
though she is still pungent-
mellow and spicy. but not
the musk-musty smell of
death; she is the odor of a
newly spaded grave. it is now
April and we plant from seedlings
that will bloom fully in May,
June and July. Such is Mother
Nature and such are we who
plant and harvest.

Monday, April 17, 2006

snarled fish
bottom it out

for it floats
oh how it floats!

and it floods
oh how it floods!

and it caresses
and it divides

so it hurts
so it is hurting

plus it takes
but it gives

therefore
it must be love

Friday, April 14, 2006

important the moon
spotlighting empty deck chairs
camouflaged by night

campanoiogy
is the art of ringing bells
yet the TV remote...

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Fleets of grasshoppers surround me
as I sport my way to the 1st tee.
So pray don't let me rough it--
there might even be a bee.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

knees like coconuts
legs pink as parking tickets
still too cool for shorts

Monday, April 10, 2006

The moon glazed
like a breakfast roll,
and the tulips fruit
their heavy bottoms,
and the snowflakes melt
on leather jackets:
just another mixed up April.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

The soul with its bloody sheets,
all those forts hilled with hips,
even the thumpity thump of a bad tire:
who gets a perfect trip?

Friday, April 07, 2006

A tattered old woman,
the sea wind screams
sweep, sweep. And I do.
I really do.
built hot dog fashion
cold wheels to the ground
yet festooned, upwardly

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Falling, I lifted up, as if
I was on a plane diving,
but still safe--knowing
that down was progress,
I mean accepting down
was progress, that it leads
to a greater high.

Monday, April 03, 2006

She crowds her sweater
with her dreams:one man
less eaten, one steak medium
rare, one glorious affair.

cold, infertile moon
you make my lion sleepy
clinical our love

Sunday, April 02, 2006

Her sweater, lifted, filled,her dreams --one man less eaten, one steak medium rare, one glorious affair.