Thursday, February 24, 2011

Jung's Intruder

I awoke in the darkest part of the night
and came into the living room
startling a half naked man
busily unstraightening
pictures on the wall.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

On Seeing "Lust for Life"

(I'm hung up on the word "I."
It has meaning until the last seconds of life. I count down.
Then it is meaningless.)


"Theo," he says at the end.
"I want to go home."

But he's been saying
what he wants all his life.
He wants only to illustrate.
Pathos is in his voice
when he wants.


"Theo" he says
and we count down
10,9
"to go home"
8, 7. 6
"want"
5,4
"I" (aihhhhye, ich, yo)
3,2,1,
0
Then He's gone.

Friday, February 18, 2011

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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Another Dream Poem

When
deep in the Andes

we found the valley where
Nature makes all the giant round roadsigns,

my father
could really relax.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Comatose

He goes to visit her, bearing the smells of the garden.
She doesn't speak the whole time,
doesn't look at him. He is frantic
when he realizes what she has chosen.

When she says
the lonely world
is just as good,
we all mourn

another tuft of grass
pulled out into the sea,
a piece of the beach
eroded,

the Earth shrivelled,
wires unplugged,
propaganda from the enemy
adding to our doubt.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

True Origin of Awe

I watch my cat looking out the windows at the woods. I have a sense of her awe--fascination with life outside. To the cat it is a pragmattic woods of feeding. So much to watch through her infantile mental wiring, triggers drawing her to the presence of things not really there, dream things, erroneous theories, infantile magic.


My glance at the earth
is made of tools and fears
impressed by variety
and risk.

I still stalk the woods
hungry and frightened
looking for tactics,
but understand with imperfect theories.

I wonder,
wonder full not from the world
but magic
from my infant eyes.

Thursday, February 03, 2011

Pipes: Otoscope Micrograph





Living hoses,
the archetype
of earthlife,

eager fingers asking,
have you had your share?
We will give you all you need.




(olive pit)

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Siona's Orangepeel Sun #2



Looking for pretty things
and surrounded
in the shop and on the walls
put up with joy
as numerous as smiles
casual as tea.

All of our busy hands
and talkative hearts
buy the pretty things
and make them
like galaxies rising
out of the dark.