Tuesday, November 16, 2010

"The Next Step"

this is
the next step
on this early November day
the cherries shrivel on the zigzag branch
leaves long gone
the zigzag parts the sky
the crows part it too
dew does not crust the grass it’s frost now

and all this is like nothing else
all this is not a metaphor for that
do not link one thing to another simile-wise
like the plastic cars of the children’s train
you are also at some point this morning
in some state
so is the garbage man in Buenos Aires
and the bumpy horned lizard looking at something
in the Painted Desert
all of these things are
as they are
this morning


if you
were simple
you could walk away
after having touched the Buddha’s foot
placed the stone onto the ground
just so
aligning it with the pathway of thought
that straddles your eyes on the one hand
and the horizon on the other

walking away now
you part the air with your palms
doing so produces a squeak a sibilant
objection from the space
it is asking
for more commitment


some say
you can only understand by knowing what came before
i love you just by itself hanging there in the whirl
doesn’t really tell us much
so the
markedly veined marbled right hand of David barely touching his upper thigh hanging
really doesn’t tell us
unless we know
what he had just perceived moving
the horizon

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Splendor In The Grass Glory In The Flower

"The Tree"

it is a mark of
our poverty
that we flee the act of
placing words on this here this earthly emanating goldly skyward
fearing too many tropes have stuck on it
how many layers
since that earliest sin-filled garden tale
by now it is the world’s thickest palimpsest

so what should we do this autumn morning
chill licking our fingers ears
and camera shutter barely clicking
as we see
its sharp intensity
bending our sense
of what today
is new

Friday, October 8, 2010

"In The Land Without Adjectives"

in the fall the King
forbade all adjectives from
to any stone or growing flowing thing

the grove had to own the shade or hue
could not be it
or seem
and you
also could not slide
thoughtlessly into that nuance so much fancied then
but had
to swallow quick
and say

Thursday, October 7, 2010

"Which Of These Scrambled Words"

which of these scrambled words is least like the others
burbles the airplane magazine game page
do you mean
which of the words is least like anything at all
which of them is variously floating
in mind space

black chemical ink on cellulose fiber with a light slick coating
so that the printed airline logo gleams
at 32,000 feet
while that particular word over there
and this one over here
actually those physical objects
of black and cellulose
are hurtling along with us and our steel tube
trying to attain our spot of desire

what would be these words’ desires I wonder
do they even have them
basically squiggles impressed on the page
no meaning at all
if you come from Cefalu
and are being accustomed
to different squiggles entirely
the meaning
whatever it is
seems to be a link
kind of like an electric arc
from our mind
to the squiggle

these two things are glued together spiritwise
and that spirit-glue
is also
along with us
at one hundred kilometers per minute
to Miami International Airport