Saturday, March 14, 2009

going dutch



the longbook of your body
has published a new windmill to

lash the tendons of country breezes
circulating across our skin

as we share a bed& sort of
ecosystem of dreampeaces

only broken by relevant longings
which top the spillways

to join us side by side in blustery winds
of harmony, sunlight

digressing in octaves
in our whirling soul scooping limbs



swale canyon, washington 1997

the great thaw



when'll she crest
take rest
flunk flood's test
quit being a pest to us critters

gotta hike to the shitter
rain or snow
when'll she cease to grow i dunno

but the pipes have thawed
i'm overawed
as the dishes cleanse
at the blush of a trickle



swale canyon, klickitat washington, 1996

heroic to ignore


mazda clan transportation unit
no make it up to haleakala crater, so back

down thru the cloudroof
past downhill biketour hang-gliders

perched to coast when stop
suddenly happens

amidst sunday droves lapping
at sun commodity it in turn taking a lap

around the parking area bejeweled
with beachglass, left from

years of guzzling apes, swirled
and pounded against tidepool's womb

they hit the shore much
as newborn turtles scuttling to avoid

gull swoop, or stagnant comforts of
hometown momentumlessness

insulated buzz cycles obviously
heroic to ignore



maui 1993

Saturday, March 7, 2009

wobbly in the spin



with strength bent by watered sunlight
the heaviness lakes leave.

in their stead, remains persuade.
integral harmonies extrapolate upon immediate patterns

corresponding with spanish guitar.
ocean eats land to lose itself by winning over the opposition

bedrock. win over the cosmic bang while yer at it!
time molds and decays seasoned edges ripe

for return; slime begins soil of heaven's design.
plants emanate from the banks,

animals in their secret realms unharried by humans
create bluefoot prints, writing starry oaths

within each tread. a bath in heated stone
traced to the mantle of the magma opus

central to the spin




the dalles, 2006

mineral men



i feel like a sack of shit slung to plug a levee
(emotions ain't real but they sure are heavy)
boil us down to carbon zinc iron copper
world market rates dollar eighty scooped from a hopper

in a warehouse built of fractals by god
illusions determine our form of sod
unplowed due to steep rocky terrain
fortify with obstacles the living brain

make thyself undigestible, monkey wrench
the stench associated with the bench
marks proving where turds skidded logs to float
milljobs to japan in islandsized boats

count yer blessings by the ounce and the gram
mineral vegetable mre spam


the dalles, spring 2006

a clean break of it



love sappy cello sonata erupts
thru briar redtape confetti prenups
to carpet the aisles where once we kissed
with wildmint moonlight threading the mists

sky lined with airplanes arriving to land
'tween mountains, rivers, oceans of sand
yer trailer above the city below
(whitecollar roses pruned in a row)

off to my land you fled ole' artschool
ditching one skin, bask naked creek pools,
kindle the flames 'neath the tub in awhile
not done being dirty, not by a mile


washing the diapers by hand in the sun
with taters a'cookin' and tesla a'run

Friday, March 6, 2009

carlos carlos carlos



if you have to tell me, william,
bring a sharp bow

and a boingy arrow, william,
armed with what you have, to tell me,

william, for i have balanced thine
eye on my mind, william,

pray tell, aim, william on me
not thyself, tell truth to no god

but the target, william, if you have
truth, william, shoot it

true and miss your worser self
or i send bill.

the bill.