x-ray

May 31, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

the heart’s secret

code a slow unveiling

of monsters

utensils

May 30, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

that’s a spoon

no it’s a pre-

op fork

MINOA ALLOY ant ant ant ant ant one

May 29, 2014 § Leave a comment

from NARTHEX

° ° °

 

flaw

the territory thus named

° ° °

coil

rose

that is filament

naming

° ° °

damage     the waves

° ° °

arc arch archae

come the silence

° ° °

broken glass. a

knife in the sand

° ° °

the word

“abeyance”

° ° °

rose + cross

absinthe

coil of wire

memory

° ° °

omen. perfume

ous. stain

ohm pulse

° ° °

lost wax   cast a

mask extant

 

deep the wound

imago

° ° °

seam

 

that made visible by

drowning

° ° °

 

your broken

hymn

° ° °

fey minute

hand the hours

 

strata                  yes there are

ruins

° ° °

 

 

transcendence

May 28, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

my limbic

system is a key

lime pie

June

May 27, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

the shadow crossing

the grass makes the sound

of crows

my father on war

May 26, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

I don’t like camping

They made us do that when

I was in the army

SAM SAVAGE morning-glories

May 25, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

A bent street sign   the insane man’s eyes

 

 

It could be the site for something   a bare hill

 

 

Just beyond the prison wall a wall of trees

 

 

Dancing to sounds from the Big Band Era a pair of midgets

 

 

Out of the fog’s whiteness silence

 

 

Unslept, the cool breeze on my eyelids

 

 

Alone in a house with children the slowly falling dusk

 

 

Along the roadside

torn-up paper in the grass

is morning-glories

 

work

May 21, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

applicant human

verification even this

part I fail

magnetic poetry kit

May 10, 2014 § 1 Comment

 

to melt owl petal mushroom moon can bark

HAIKU FOR MARTIN LUCAS

May 7, 2014 § Leave a comment

 

a new

anthology I learn

of his passing

 

 

his brother

concerned

for days

 

 

on the page

before me in

the old anthology

 

 

went for a walk

left his keys his phone

his pills

 

 

said yes

once to one of

my poems

 

 

“Is that from your

technique or the toughness

of your mouth?”

 

 

your death

attributed to

bird-watching

 

 

a collection

of flowers that’s

all it means

 

 

his last photo

he looks younger

than me

 

 

1962-2014

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