Saturday, March 29, 2014






I am shaking and
from a homeless wave
and from dissolving
                                in my orange suit


[  a mountain's overcast nature cannot be your face  ]

Thursday, March 27, 2014


the way is still 7/8 my shadow in a peach basket

Tuesday, March 25, 2014



        haijin cripple yourselves
   flatter pretend not the real thing

[_______this is artificial_______]
    [_____________________]
  [_______________________]
  
                    







Monday, March 24, 2014


wave upon wave  //  crow after crow

Friday, March 21, 2014

.[enough].



.[enough] of this,
and with one good eye
on the baby [enough].

Thursday, March 20, 2014



in one cricket
the sound is weary

Wednesday, March 19, 2014



(your neck a game for tongues
[as props in a play] your mouth
becoming filled with melons).

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

the wheat-cutters




of light preceding comprehension
  these crows and wheat-cutters
    are alike

Saturday, March 15, 2014



now //  sodden night rain  //  the men

Thursday, March 13, 2014

New And Exciting Rules On The Bus!

These are the smells of this and the next revolution.
   Control diet and sex.
Virtual hounds run down homicidal tendencies.
  
   For right and justice!
Our thanks to the membership [required].
   Every day the same! Act the part!

Embrace the aggravation!

Wednesday, March 12, 2014



and so approached
 two eyes
       at the cake-shop window
always orange
           always hungry

Tuesday, March 11, 2014



that you're in black
flower and scaly
while I'm paleness
blinking in the dark
enough enough for us

Friday, March 7, 2014

   


the boy who ran
away plums in his pockets
wanted a girl beneath the waves

Thursday, March 6, 2014

in an alter-world

these are your hands
     threading fireflies
at a silent pace
     in an alter-world
where blind replaces
     light thank you
for your hands
     in times like this


(for Ronald Baatz)
 

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Adaptation.



P.P.P.S.  Smaller. Stronger. Smarter.  Likely to take to the trees.

Saturday, March 1, 2014


until a tree pruned is  //  bent against this //  green ocean resembles you