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 have played with armored hands’
Heads or tails in the battle heat…
A good leg, a lead foot, a silver toe…
coughs that red color circulating Beat.
A migraine without speech
A golden calfve, still milk bleeds
Until the sun bows at your perfect feat.

All I know, softer than hard
the prickly value of love
the teating hands that touch
vowes made inside.
A monarchs wings reowned, both opened
a queen without a band
pages marked open, but unbroken.

ripened clouds depart
paper ends, pieces in part
hands remain true
terrain like fingers, in the sky blue
as a silver pointed pen inks,
sewing corn lines
angles blink, unfold us carefully

like a shoehorn unraveled.
It’s tongue holds many songs
fly words, strong like a jet lines
it remains, a marker in the sky.
the arms of you, the arms of I
laces unwrapped
loose like fireflys talking
seahear
hear the sea walking.

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 the prey
the youth has begun running wild, underdog has won the title
all the words that older people say
all the people in the pews, receive the preacher’s godly news
all hearing is focused on the timer

hands on the clock will never stop the timer sets off the alarm
the sun removes it’s rays, the clouds move in right before the storm

one man will become the loser and one man will become the finder
no one is alerted because no one took the time to set the timer

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

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 break, tattoo revised
stolen poems

watery lines, diseases left out
re-tuned river chimes,
one slow guitar,
words undone, time dawned domain
his elephant ears missing

a sewed costume, a hanging spoon
what an elephant hears

roles renamed, fingers shared hands
so brittle they play, together disbanned
the licensed, and unarranged
missing elephant ears

hovering, in post pone rain
breath cradled, the pro paned pain
thickness of snow, moaned and moved
a final bellow, woven papoose
elephant ears missing

the unforeseen, folded and creased
the tide rips and ivory sails release
what an elephant hears
soft as a paper boat tips,

what an elephant hears

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 working hard

her clay spoon caught
by both grandmother’s hands
kneading out the rising meal
smelling potatoes as they peel

it’s going to be alright

the dishes clatter, in the soapy air
black-white woman’s prints-
of old platter ware
silver patterned steel ingrained

the wrinkles hold pinched bread
held by many hands
wheat, onion, beets of the land

as stones tossed out in the lake
the roots grab the soil and take
as fish boil, the ice melts

there’s always time to wait
for every season so bright
everything is going to be alright

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, hidden;
smooth gestures;
timber into October
spray paint beneath a careful passover
over stepped sewer holes,
round turned-clock, hues
tunneling underneath
sun clothing beams a light brimming, trim

Grooming hair, long lines
drawing reins in a paper maker,
palomino racing, ribbons green
wearing winning breakers,
changing yellow fly paper
two twirling leaves hung like golden curls
catching an abiding ear
long lines waxed, sticky & new

blue ribbon beer,
honey bees, lemon Rhine’s
draining the compost heap, humming,
turquoise-black flies wiggling;
like sea threw squid, dancers
spinning; a cloudy ocean deep
boiled words spiced, long time
holding salt, soup Turing

Recital, a huge playing,
green-bluegrass reference
clipping tool, agreement unmeant,
hand holds, hands held,
payment, original records
revolving door handle,
real-a-state-knob
holding the payment tight
long lines, Play on the darkest night

Sublet, the unrest, grey sky,
dulcimer threw the armless;
fire, mother kindling, year rigged,
need needle memories pasted in place
fire places replaced the sun,
fire moved the stations

turning the traffic lights
long lines, blurred rain

Song remains
in time, all the holes
in the middle
pupils pupils
recording call retained
thirsty names, puddles fused
words in your title
as we grow
we are all changing sizes
long lines
records records, a call

Night smears, long rhythm
warning mirror grains
grey sky entrails
evenly/cuffed/a plated bail
railing invisible fence trailing
cemented and armed
naming, out of the belly, poems
with warm sandy breath
need needle memories pasted in place
fire replaces the sun
long lines try for rented space

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, masters of duplicity,
fiddling down, harbored arrows,
unknown re-board, foundered dimpled key
kept under the front door mat
spotted appetite; simply homeward bound
a woven DNA, clean caught
free-dumb, doing wheelies,
hands in the air, tight
well behaved acrobats,
charring coals hot
chair switching, church bells moving,
staring straight, angled cheese,
farmed after calves, narrowed gate
constructed happy, wine airing, too rich pate’
deducted tissue box, solving pro-nouns
tared for-malled, black statue, pro-rated,
dappled freedom, fresh rescue,
renounced of homemade flowers,
calcimine, in one sweet marbled beet
a nude tiled-a dying pillow-garbled speech
plagiarizing, a sleeping head
a rose colored vase, teared
cauterized smile,
re-surfaced

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 mother tree

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, gather rocks. Inside yourself.
Age. “They pace in sleek….certainty”.
Those tigers that swim. Underneath water.
Wire’s, wire’s. Slipped cage.
Lier, Lier, Change.
Words water.
Down the draining, drowing
Change loose; bites me.
Like a fossil. Rock.
Half- waxed. meaning two birds fell. hearing.
To see the unfindab.le tear

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 falling rush
salted down
as each hoof touched
the white night gown
the air ascended
shinning up
beyond morning light
a melted design
a beautiful design
a beautiful mistake
waiting to be

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 green pea table
across the dusty glass
just barely there
hair touches
the top of my body
long-faced oval-face
long necked to Modigliani
my spine too
is steel slight
curvature
my foot an iron claw
decorated flower
like a french curtain
beautiful and rich
(my one foot)
many people
grab me hold me
then turn &
tap me on the table
fringe food
spitting off
a dandy-lions
mane seedlings
shaking fragile
territory
tearing off
discarded stems
no state flower
blown or torn down
bloomed
it’s not a real flower
there’s no date
stamped on me
where I was made
where I’m from
or my name
synonymous X-ray
I’m in somebody Else’s
hands one foot
one bone stem
re-flecked on
with a silver cupping head

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 blessing
dropped

my mother wore
my grandmother held
(without a doubt)

and if not for a clef lip
a face under seen
water broken and loose
worn pur-ring warm
blotted feather
unspoken and small
a snow owl
tethered grace
as a waterfall
held
(without a doubt)

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
windshield-wiper
thing-slowed-down
wiping out
hands off; buzzards; leftover
ground down white wrapped yarn
the bones of a coat; hung hanger
wreck debris aged
falling of the bone
in waves; falling off the bone
in waves; it just comes
nothing hurts
it’s supposed to

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 something
dreams, like melodies
stuck, again
it’s caught on something
it moves, underneath
the springs that hold me up,
my body weight,
slowed heartbeat,
there’s a line I can’t get to,
it’s caught on a rare
moments insight
flushing, down
like babies from the nest
roaches grow tinier
than we dream
it’s caught on something
I’m lost,
like a roach stares
looking for food,
spine, in my mind’s eye

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 your hand
it was good
to have-a ceiling
(an) overhead a place
flowing and filling
clouds
caking, cracking, cracks
hand held
raining
blowing breath, warm hand
knowing underneath
bestowed
as we peel away
cold skinned clothes
looking up, lying under covers
blowing breath, warm hand
wiping away
flowing over life
arranging our own smells
religiously religiously
blowing breath, warm hand
setting the alarm
freely
as living rings: a silent bell
warns
sweating the sun
sets
hollering in your hand