Thursday, December 29, 2016


     what are fingers  \\   mine have flown
 

Wednesday, December 21, 2016


  Aleppo et al.


  offthecartsofthedeadss
  spillsallofthethemss      
  frozenawfulmouthss

 

Monday, December 19, 2016

 
           I've started them  ten thousand flamingos

Sunday, December 18, 2016


      
         from any branch if
            I were/wished to
              bow and fly so
           

Friday, December 16, 2016

  
    In the afterglow,
       the speed of
          the 3-4-3.


 ( for Yamaguchi Seishi )

Wednesday, December 14, 2016



       the dogs are here..
         undoing the red knots
            from my face and neck

Monday, December 12, 2016

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)

Sunday, December 11, 2016


     on twigs
      like birds
       canary rain

Thursday, December 8, 2016

  
       river the
                     chain factory
                                            passes


   (for Yamaguchi Seishi)


Wednesday, December 7, 2016



          feed it more
          fat hands with tulips
           outer space in winter


      ( for Sun Ra)

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

 
     the minds of geese
       are tuned then
         to the  V  in
           the strained eyes
             of the dogs


Sunday, December 4, 2016

 

                       if you lent me
                         snow and then
                           to strangers
                             in the town

Saturday, December 3, 2016

  
       locomotive in blue haze the factory yard
                                                                            


Thursday, December 1, 2016

 

      when the boys reach down from the trees white tulips


    (for Ronald Baatz)

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

 

   scroll down when you get to the ears of the chestnut stop::.....early snow

 
 (for Grant Hackett)

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

 

      in your snow
        the white bison
          do not exist

Monday, November 28, 2016



      of Mount Matsukaze of the white pines five months later

Saturday, November 26, 2016

 

            exhaustion in the side pocket green tanka
           

Friday, November 25, 2016


    It electrified  marsh curlew

Tuesday, November 22, 2016


...there's nothing but birds,
 bad news and a beatnik
  girl's gold teeth...
hey, thanks for asking, Marilyn

Sunday, November 20, 2016

  

            the hound is cold the wind is hard the weirdness

Friday, November 18, 2016

  
       between the, the
       
       water layers, the
      
       very young fish


Wednesday, November 16, 2016

 

        your cord in
          the machine
            at the end
              of the hall
                 star-anise

Tuesday, November 15, 2016



    Soft spills against the machine Soft's wide eyes wide green leaves

Saturday, November 12, 2016

platform shoes



      a squid's pink impossible idea...wet storm from the sea
  

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

   

        a  horse's  eye  the  blue-green  and  orange  water  1926

Sunday, November 6, 2016


     the tick of it the bright bold applause on her moon-da

Saturday, November 5, 2016



      what red is for
        carpet slippers
           to the sea

Friday, November 4, 2016



            let the shapes escape the oars bent the eelgrass an arm's length
               

Thursday, November 3, 2016

 

    or the position at which 2 dogs equal in length are the same dog barks orange


Monday, October 31, 2016



     this mouth mouths of bonito at sea


Friday, October 21, 2016



              a good drying day for fish

Thursday, October 20, 2016



Sometime, 
  wind and snow
   late travelers
    white as love

Monday, October 17, 2016



       I know what
         waves are these are
            waves of war anonymous

Friday, October 14, 2016

  

     as if this planet if this autumn night

Saturday, October 8, 2016


         rain
          the blue horses
           drenched through
        

Wednesday, October 5, 2016


                     pl         ed
   a man  ex       od
                     pl         ed
        on the stairs
                    t___t
                     a___a
                       i___i
                         r___r
                           s___s

Saturday, October 1, 2016



         a leopard every growl and coarse lick

Thursday, September 29, 2016

BLOWER MOTOR #4


              mad with rust  camellias in bloom

Monday, September 26, 2016

 
           shape a place for gardens
              extend the long road
             
           for blind graceful persons
                  are approaching

Saturday, September 24, 2016



           the tide gone
             out I.
                left

Friday, September 23, 2016



         peeling from the phenomenal world the hand of the last bit


Tuesday, September 20, 2016

 

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

Monday, September 19, 2016



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

Sunday, September 18, 2016



    give me a tool  tell me about the land  what will happen 

                     in such a way ten thousand sand eels turn about
                               
                                           

Friday, September 16, 2016


 
it smells evening's oils,  the dots and dashes of a soft blue horse

Thursday, September 15, 2016

  


           only this chill-
           ed fog for a room,
           knock of tin boats



       about the windiness screws loosen

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

    

      in summer grass is
       a small child is
        a small tube of
         soft snow

Sunday, September 11, 2016



            Lovers,
              your rouge..
                 dawn fisherman   

Friday, September 9, 2016



     flower little bud I will die with beauty in my one good eye

Thursday, September 8, 2016

  

           Azulejo barks Zenith
               by your left elbow
                   with the flying fish

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

  


     Azulejo says Zenith I will lick you you confess the beautiful knots

Monday, September 5, 2016

moon-viewing



                    &
                       with
                            elevators
                    &
                       pants
                    &
                       more
                        pants
                    &
                        a
                         lot
                          more
                           howling

Saturday, August 20, 2016

      

       lost knocking green night


Tuesday, August 9, 2016



     oh, the thrones or
        whatever they are,
            the waves, I guess

Saturday, August 6, 2016



            a man who knows his onions points the way for Issa


   

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Nectopsyche

 
        
          feel the noise flutter  morning fog
          
             

Monday, July 4, 2016

  
         
           flushed
            dogs crying
               peonies
 

     (for Ronald Baatz)


           

Wednesday, June 22, 2016



       detail  
        fish in a net 
         colors on silk
        

Monday, June 6, 2016

 
 

            I am wading perfectly the pulling of the tide

Wednesday, June 1, 2016



        his account of love too soon you and the green hill gone

Friday, May 27, 2016

           

   blown, of course,
          a persimmon branch a
                  boat at sea

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

  

       
        a horse soft as a machine
        as a boy going into the sea

Thursday, May 12, 2016

 

        spring the setting sun
          orange on the groan-
             ing in the nets

Friday, March 25, 2016

   


            It's first spring fog real voices curlew

Friday, February 19, 2016

  


           or irreversible as the salmon falls  for a Blue Charm double


         (for Robert Spiess)