this is no night for poets
untorn and yet not whole
this mothcloth sky unpatched by cloud
pounds forth her heavy fist of focus
clear sharp lines of trees loom large
and more than tree
waiting for dawn to change their mein
to something not sheer line and black
something more a tree
aftermath
the sheet of white
that grew last night
now thaws on once familiar street
to various degrees of sleet
the roofs of cars
are silent bars
of bright along the avenue
prim meadows from my window view
and dawnlit space
where frostbits pace
bears tints of grass of earth and clay
cryptic reminders of yesterday
crusading flake
intent opaque
uncurls upon the windowpane
and softly makes a piece of rain
[revised around 2000]
the sheet of white that grew last night
now thaws on once familiar street
to various degrees of sleet
the roofs of cars are silent bars
of bright along the avenue
prim meadows from my window view
and dawnlit space where frostbits pace
bears tints of grass of earth and clay
cryptic reminders of yesterday
crusading flake intent opaque
uncurls upon the windowpane
and softly makes a piece of rain
in the good old usa
for every 10 charlies
there’s a tom
charlie charlie charlie charlie charlie
charlie charlie charlie charlie charlie
tom
for every 9 charlies and a tom
there’s a sol
charlie charlie charlie charlie charlie
charlie charlie charlie charlie
tom
sol
for every 7 1/2 charlies
one tom
and one sol
there’s 1 1/2 patricks
charlie charlie charlie charlie charlie
charlie charlie 1/2 charlie
tom
sol
patrick 1/2 patrick
or every 7 1/2 charlies
one tom
one sol and
1/2 patrick
there’s 1/5 purple cloud
charlie charlie charlie charlie charlie
charlie charlie 1/2 charlie
tom
sol
1/2 patrick
1/5 purple cloud
for every 6 1/2 charlies
one tom
one sol
1 1/2 patricks and
1/5 purple cloud
there’s a mario
charlie charlie charlie charlie charlie
charlie 1/2 charlie
tom
sol
1 1/2 patricks
1/5 purple cloud
mario
there’s only one dick and he’s liable to fuck us all
shadow box
nothing
then SOME
thing
vein patterns--correction--capillary
patterns on the inside of my eyelids
bearing down
new patterns colors beauty
yes YES! BEAUTY
paintings i would paint if i could paint
PAIN
tings
if
always if ifififf
rustration
gone
patterns gone never to return again
unique never toreturnagain
faces now
mother father bobbie
ME
click
light
hazy fuzzy
eyes open noise typewriters clattering
phones ringing
people walking talking laughing humming
office
desk feet up
heaviness in pocket
metal cool
drone and hum
hum humm hummm --- ANITY
click
MY MOTHER
not only did my mother pave the road to hell
with good intentions
she created her own SUBURB
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pity
pity the stars and cloudless sky the moon and hulking hunks of rock pity the white lined roads that lie beneath our feet pity the clock that ticks our moments into days the sun the grass the stream that grinds the pebbles into sand the haze that lines the valley and the pines that rise on mountaintops pity the waveweary weeds of the sea pity the wind that beats in vain against the cliff the drop of rain that splats upon the ground the snows that melt in spring and the rose
untorn and yet not whole
untorn and yet not whole this mothcloth sky unpatched by cloud pounds forth it's heavy fist of focus clear sharp lines of trees loom large and more than tree waiting for dawn to change their mien to something not sheer line and black something more a tree
summer’s end
summer's final seconds filter insect images of al most aging through a child motion lumbers low against the street footsteps fall and echo through the mist moves time child and man
loss
on on through the pale plastered dawn the morningsickness sun hidden and i in my pale impaled up on the wail of a twisted tone ridden (revised 05/27/00) [renamed anguish] on on through the paleplastered dawn the morningsickness sun hidden and i in my pale impaled upon the wail of a twisted tone ridden
awakening
i wake
and taste your lips
i rise
and bathe in you
i grasp for you
empty arms re
turn to me
the room
is ch
ill
