Friday, October 28, 2005

Oh Woman Who Looks Like Blanche

Every word said
contains the signal
to grant immediate access.
That's why the words
flow so quickly and

fill the room.
Common to close eyes,
open mouths and voice
about the things of the day
and the personas of far away.

But not you with your
long lacey dresses from another time,
bones of your throat
already sticking out with
eyes embedded in age
and silence.

You haven't got
the keys or have cast them away
even when the door is open.
Why do I want to know who you are?
Why do I think I can save you?

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Aurora: Mistress of the Stage

In the crisp evening
the bits of light
gather to form living things
that dance in the sky.

She is in the midst of her flight
floating on waves
of eye glow and laughter.

She can feel the living waves
like a bird feels the
hardness of the air under her wing.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Seance

I felt I dreamed this dream before
at an earlier stage when it
hinted more softly so it wouldn't scare me.

The dream made me a promise
that if I would pray when I saw
the obvious sign, it would confirm...confirm.

It reminded me a few times,
ever more earnestly
urging me to keep alert.

Then tonight I saw it
a glowing black board
behind the furnace in my sleep

and when I prayed everything changed
the supernatural finger authenticated
a pressure deep in my scrotum.

Is this where life and death
make contact,
pain at my center in my dream?

I awoke with the cat
doing her ritual walk
across my chest.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

To Gain Their Lives

In the minds
of perverse old men
women grow into stories.

The real ones
emerge out of our
theoretical fog.

They may have to slap us
to gain their lives.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Hatching in Paradise

Ever since I was a worm
in my parents' house, when I
crawled through the tiny
holes and tunnels

the passages of warmth and wet
that join the world
with love, turned around the bed.
My mother's bed was a nest of flowers.

I could hide deep
under the the heavy covers
in the dark roots, or I could
slip through the zipper door

into pastel dreamland
and dry new born
insect eyes
in honey air.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Smells

She doesn't talk to me
about romance,
and bottles of wine.

When I do her cooking, I tell her
all good things
begin with an onion.
I just diced one
and now I start.

Celery, green pepper,
corn, cabbage, chick peas, I love these
with cubed baked potato.
I toss in a little sugar to carmelize.

This is common food, food of the hand
we can all understand it, like the
simple commandments from the breath of God.

I stand at the frying pan
on a translucent bridge
over a trans-
substantial ravine.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Here's When

Sometimes I think,
the moment my aspirations
come down from their heights
and settle on the ground,
that moment when I say
here I am,
my gifts start leaching away.

The economic planet is a strong place
where dynamic things matter
and God
seeing only motion sits
on top of Darwin's tree
and chooses.

Friday, October 07, 2005

The Masculine Condition

The world is
on a sexiness gradient.
Waves of tits
legs, hips
foreheads, lips,
thighs,
eyes
value up
value down.

When the girls
whisper in the back
I can hear
the insides of their mouths
the moist models of
flesh on flesh,
the tiny bubbles bursting.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Fall in Manitoba

ice hurts
like the touch of a tooth;
you have your warning.

alien ice
repels the courteous
and the snug.

they hide under their fuzz,
clothth-th-th
away from the dripping insect foreigner.

it is the season of warnings
the safe things are squeezed
out of their juice.

we are pulling over our
pieces of mammaldom,
our bubbles.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Static in My Love Song

I forgot to bring
your towel, dear,
and spray your face

with pink dew. Your breakfast
lay cooling while I made
coffee out of its turn.

Something has
broken lumps from
streams of my day.

May I lie down
to rewind the time
with you?

Sunday, October 02, 2005

One Small Pretty Thing

My son's tree grows slim,
visible through the blinds,

has been my lighthouse
as I emerge with my doubts

from the dark night sea,
flags life like the air,

glowed today as I opened
my eyes amid worn, settled things

in the eerie first light
of a tardy dawn.