Monday, April 30, 2012

Head First

As I tumble
I will stay the same;
I promise like the rainbow
not changing the rules
clean in the morning
breakfasted according to the laws of nature.


I won't look
that which is expected will come,
don't need to study it
will travel with my
head down letting
my body absorb the impact.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

April Muddle



Thursday, April 26, 2012

Encounter with Superman

Big John Gunn,
one syllable man
whose eyes
refuse to elaborate
on the sky,
tells me how much
real honesty costs.

It's not the cheap
self serving stuff,
not the insider stuff,
he says, big feet
crushing the clay.

Honesty only
counts when it costs me,
says big John Gunn, the
one syllable man.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Life in Addition to Dreams

Not asleep
with your arm
laying over my chest.
The stackers of
moments play a
symphony of muscle and bone.
I stay too long
on my hip and turn
to get my back on the bed.
Reminders
from the interior distance
decorate the night

Monday, April 16, 2012

Absolute Limen

We sit in the back
against the forest in April
at the border of Spring. She is
still sad as the dusk gathers
and will probably remain so.
I watch the filaments
in the trees get finer,
uncountable threads of shadow,
nets of shadow, lace, and the
catching webs of vine,
thinner and finer until we
fall into darkness.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

72



Friday, April 06, 2012

To Someone Allied with Death

Life, the time sovereign
is also powerful.
She didn't think so,
didn't feel the
weight of days,
how they grind edges,
polish jagged everyday
to jewels.