Cover To Cover
Losing my sight, walking around at night. Perice’s the dark, a moment of candle light. Your heart is a drum, it hears, breaths and sees. Upside down, hanging from branches of trees. The air that you breathe won’t stop your heart skip a beat. The center of paintings that stare. The rising sun when sleepy eyes start to blink. Standing like a tree, the trunk is holding...
Dedicated to my mother Lynn Gardner. Happy Birthday! Check and unchecking punching in punching out laughing and running and running out walking and dying and dying out calenders and chapters ended calenders of windows passed checked windows framed with a couch for each frame dusted with words xxxxx’s & ooooo’s white paint glosses over like gallery wings open then opens,...
A Poem About Nothing
a poem about nothing it has no words stationary, still standing different lines printed different spaces like no other colors found, covers, a whole hole punched sewn and glued, open book bound, empty, but full nothing written, write right like caring about nothing nothing cares epilog, indexed, interlude number picked put down, picked up it covers nothing like it’s lines...
Rambling in blue skies
There in was. In my way, a large gray machine. Tenanted- to beat acquaint it’s chest.With myself. To spilling it’s gas and clip it wings. Propellers steeped-right in the middle— of a dutch painting . There were to many armies of men gathering around to fix tits. -dept-ed wings. Her it was.. Large overbearing fans sloth like. Giving window that bright oversight-the shiny fur appeal . Holy...
Here comes Zeus in his zuit suit Hercules in all his glory hot and bothered, looks for Venus history and poetry standing at the Mayan temple watch them sacrifice a child Egyptians prepare a mummy watch out the gods are on fire all chant when the sun shines bright the gods, the moon, the night looking at the stars and Mars watching Aztecs playing ball voices speak to Persephone George...
Lullabies and Fire Flies
Lullabies and Fire Flies Slurred words, muttering, still. Pursuance. A letter’s cornered ear. A flattened fear still sticking, with Rabbit skin glue. Ink blurred; open and black. Pages beat… back. The Ocean’s skin. Pages still swelling, roughly, straddling; wet With tears. True rain hears. Wet with the feeling of real rain raining; rung with reels of skinned stories, a lathed...
seahear seized the day too of rings of lovers content to imatate by kissing jokes in the arms of war love harvests an original word —a dancing decoy/a toe gate. seahear I don’t know what I can be should you write lines down for me The more briefly I lie the faster I flie Design me in your arms fold me up like an oragamy tragedy. Then you will see the real me. Love will...
A crying wolf is howling, alone and never knowing whispered words help those who are lost days laid out and answers piled, lullaby’s for a child spoken amen is spoken soft wars go on with memories, secret notes inside the binder blinded eyes that start to see, time moves slowly when you watch the timer time is neatly traveling, emotions are unraveling shot rings out and then it falls...
Clowns (Spoken Word)
He’s no Dr. Doolittle part Gene Simmons a goofy suit big red shoes a drunken buffoon not Krusty the cartoon a juggling freeloader mustard stained puppet a taffy tongue rubber bible belt he over hauls his overalls lipstick kisses pulling rubber balloons from his pants bringing laughter to the romper room an elixir fixer up brown bomb maker a salty fish one...
Not So Cute
trapping mice, what to do, small, alive irritating you want to kill them harshly, vigorously stomping make them squeak no more so they can’t shit, and shit, and shit in your space
Elephant Ears Missing
he smell himself, his shelling skin molting snake, lashed, drying stems swollen morning, eyes, crusted gems rose colored cake, half mooned, stars pinned rolling pins racing, the icing, butter churned race where mercury melts, small signature slips where blood once flowed, and flies bit his elephant ears missing bloated and salted, Wednesday sun an outpost, a harpoon sky rebuilds a...
It's Going To Be Alright
She combs my hair in loose strokes as the cats warm themselves by fire, to touch her skin turns embers gold. Dad drinks his coffee, black, cold long stories still untold the gray root of his hair growing, unfold it’s going to be alright Sunflowers catapult into the night settle sun seeds in the yard the pinwheel subsides, the pottery spins of my mother’s hands...
Open window; shining coffee a paper curled, opening newspaper dew outside, the cost of cutting the tree a shadow moving; edged, sun wet light dropping fares, long lines whole grain, leaving leavening bread; growing, rising flatten silhouette; spilling wooden vault the robin touring, still outside timing walked away, redirecting, spilling sight Drawing fair, long lines coal-train,...
Just In Cased
Thank you; just in cased dropping you right outside, the station placed black and white; curled rimpled change the day crimped composure ride driven away, Schwinn blue bike-bombed to fly dived-tired-out, a fallen direction rekindled, tide, handed secrets, and shipped lies weeping late, hard sliver, silvered sobered insight watching patrons, one graves of the hollering, resound fans,...
dark, cold, lost, I ran to these things it’s indescribable to wish you were a bird and build a five foot nest inside a dying tree. I slept in this nest, safe and warm, held, quieted, loved I ran to this tree, away from my family, into the dark, in snow up to five feet. woods, alone, confined the only place I felt love, caressed by stars, the cold wind, protected, by my...
The faithful catfish below, Clear day, I can’t hear those faithful eyes. gathered; swollen skies…grasses shells warm in the sun, wasted the faithful catfish. Plant a paper moon (I heard just now) writing. Plant a paper moon. A Poet dies. A turn. Path brok-en. Beneath the tree. Donate dinner. A no-wear man is weak. Falling apples. Green and hard. Hold on to branches, hold on. Collect,...
A Beautiful Design
Waiting to be I drew pictures as if there were a reason falling from the star breathing like a tree a felted blanket leaving below fallen snow lying late at night one inch of window twenty below insisting on Ontario light cobbling, holding covered by snow I drew more the air soaking the snowflakes baking I drew then a side without a saddle awake, fresh like ice to catch that...
Dandy Lion Head
Madness my missing bones scratching burning itching sand flakes instead of cornflakes a metal plate instead a spoon missing it’s handle despondent hands shoulder screwed down someone Else’s now masticated architecture my bones service spoon use standing upright silver cupped head I see my reflection and am part of the Rembrandt painting seen next to his beard above...
Without A Doubt
he and she lie still still lie soft heads sink here ripe crumble on cotton silted thin wink disappearing before hearts bellies eyes sting cataracts under take the morning page a cradle stymied awake,fingers leaf over Tuesday’s time (without a doubt) soft as water waterfall blood parts,water breaks it’s a beaded corset a rosary quite set each bead,a...
A cloth thread it was yellow; shinning bright steel blue cob webs; recyclability drips design retractable and Tuesday received buckets freely I see a moth from yesterday poems on a blank piece of paper cloth; thoughtfully pinned inside made thoughtfully re-read intimately exhaust/senescent tube; in my heart leering down it’s sinful weakness My ears are doing-that...
Butterfly Stitch (Spoken Word)
Fire has no reason, it’s a morning loop like a fine old hand held needed touch, gently holding a butterfly stitch can’t help to be rich space removed, a window cellar, broken room a remnants and regrets cherished the brown bottle, tipped over, tears staining cloth belts, a rolling vein, tobacco smelling shirts held together by my grandmother’s butterfly stitch her...
It's Caught On Something
But I lost it it’s inside the mattress, unseen it sneaks out, and spies under my body weight it spies on the way I carry, my own lies the dirty sheet, it makes it’s nest, ruined every time, bed re-made pillows plumped, fresh like smooth shaved legs it regrows hair, soon like lies rebloom in dreams inside the mattress dreams lie on the unseen it’s caught on...
Hollering In Your Hand
Rolled-over on whatever-is there combed (hair) beach bleached cover to cover hovering hollering in your hand spreading the shelf you can always reach back into a rain storm stand in the shower breaking-naked beautiful a dull point hollering in your hand sponging off heating flames hemming in the red pen stops spreading hollering in your hand fire ends setting hollering in...
The Naked P.O. Box
worms tracked and sunshine timed a demure quarrel a bearded shock a fickle fetish seemed rudder-ed mural rendered banded, boarded, docked, aided, unloaded A barreled cadmium fish genteelly gagged kissed unloaded but racked quiet Petra dish aided with blankets painted by facts & fences a blow fish corralled the horizon line that gave way knifed in facet-ed time to be an...
to feel like a weed just to be torn out belly-up a curled seed (that grew) under tossed, grass blade (smooth) And shimmering green. wet, a rototiller-ed, cut. clean wood gathered a slice of Railroad tracks: buried, iron, breath ties of trees speech [Bracketed] passing so/ slowly/ overhead/ by kites, who’s knots state height and width-un-til it’s own wooden ribs...
Lakes unheard, invisible face know tabs or taped tapes sheathed/DE-generating masked, unmarked; irrigating floating fish, regenerating relaxed and laxing renounced, water writing medicinal, waste; sponging sponges already pronounced ingested, relaced, shoe’s taxing chemicals read, the Dolly Madison-wrapped sticky fingers go, unharmed jars of jelly, zingering bees, linted spinning...
Know Notes Aloud
Maybe or not nothing, keyed but a breath taken anchored to create seatbelts denied smoked grass, poured gas rear view backseat driven ride base guitar, black bass four strings uncooked and cast re-keyed, the tiger swam at last by darned maps, medicine token chips drumsticks feather fields, wild deer ticks running lights and a pedal steel guitar lick beautiful chess boards fell...