Saturday, January 29, 2011

Modern Physics

We oscillate.

Particle and anti-particle
do-si-do in our
gelatinous vacuum.

I orbit my shadow
eclipsed and augmented,
shimmering, am

and am-not
hide each other,
do and do-not.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Simple Social Principles

1.
I concede
the virtues of my enemies
but not gladly.

2.
Conspirators
without enemies,
make poor friends.

3.
Can there be a
lonelier place than
a world without conspiracy?

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Is God My Audience?

Tonight
I'm feeling most keenly
the pain of being small,

the paltry income
of a casual glance.
Amateur,

living a day
on the protruding edge
of a sixth floor brick,

making an egg,
in the sun,
dying unmagnified.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Victory

The future
is a sticky confection
that makes you fat
and selfish.

Spend your wealth
on the future and
indulge in stingy dreams,
sickening your heart.

When the future
shrinks to a strand
fresh air and health
open in your body.

Unclogged,eyes wide,loving,
present moments,
slide graceful,
lubricating the sunsets.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Garden Gate





Hey neighbor,
fire's in your garden,

sun not travelling on human paths
and the stems of dead flowers flowing through it.

Only the trees upright dam the light
but can't hold it,

brief and precious flame
and ordinary shadow green.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Sentimental Journey: Variation on an Old Song

"Gonna take,"
they crooned,
"a sentimental journey."
The place is habit now

you can say I miss it
and can't bear to feel
the customs fade.
I travel there

on Google Earth
to imagine
the streets,
trace where places are

I no longer enter,
goodbyes long said.
Electrical memories are
cleaner than real ones.

Friday, January 07, 2011

Great Pillars of War Movies: What Death Kills

I: aye,eye
moving moment,
fat bundle of
memory, pasted
pictures,
a tower of
skulls.

want: the mattering
of the world, great
pointing,

you: the bestowal
of birth knighthood,
eyes to meet.

Then boom:
flesh cells.

Monday, January 03, 2011

Episodic and Orgiastic

Once a day
not all the time
I burst the shell

for the ooze of yellow
bio-stuff, innocently made,
not for me. I steal the life

and scoop its substance into my teeth.
The mixture of pleasure and rage
lifts me nearly to shouting.