Tuesday, September 26, 2017

The First Day of Autumn: Photoshow


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48Z0SGbjOB0

First Day of Autumn


The inside of the hollow tree
was larger than the out
it was like a dream
that wrapped everything
in a lumpy package.
.
The machinery of dreaming
is made of silver
that never tarnishes,
smooth gears mesh in
lubricant made of blood.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Moving Away

When life is temporary
you begin throwing things out,
the meta-static things
whose worth dissolves.
 .
I toss the woman
who passes me on the street
with a pleasant look
I will never meet:
a meta-stat to me.
.
I toss the eyefulls,
transitory globes
of what we name light.

Friday, September 15, 2017

September


When life is temporary
you begin throwing things out,
the meta-static things
whose worth dissolves.
.
The woman
passes me on the street
with a pleasant look
and I will never meet her.
All those pleasant
women are meta-stats
in my time.

Wednesday, September 06, 2017

Real Life: Photoshow

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3EH5o1zMh0A
.

Tuesday, September 05, 2017

Becoming Erratic


Today, I decided to join the
wonderland men who walk the miles
with kinky legs
and heavy shoes, not
minding hair and white unshaven.
The cars whisper past
so soft with vulnerable
souls inside. I don't want to
think they'd hurt me,
as if I never heard of steel.

Saturday, September 02, 2017

On the Occasion of Harvey


The one, hands
with brown marks
on their backs and
eyebrows
knitted into tangles,
grows used to the
suck
suck
suck
of the current
racing toward
racing toward.
Tries to
pull himself to the beach
You can't
make what you were
return, Martha.