Saturday, May 27, 2017

     as it matters i'm beyond the blue flower  into the ochre

Thursday, May 25, 2017


         your neck a
          game for tongues
            at play 
          her mouth 
            filled with melons

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

             rice cools the moonlight injects me

Saturday, May 20, 2017

        night is
         animal ears

 (for Stanford M. Forrester)

Thursday, May 18, 2017

         poor fellows crucified moans from withered fields

Friday, May 5, 2017

     breathing frost late spring

Monday, May 1, 2017

     lonely as a
       glass float
          at sea

Sunday, April 9, 2017

   I know what waves are for these are waves at war machinery

Sunday, March 26, 2017

          the screens
             the dark dark
               glow of the men

Friday, March 24, 2017

        all life
            the marsh
              dogs' eyes

Friday, March 17, 2017

           in the air a junkie's drawing starved limbs petals falling

Thursday, March 16, 2017


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

     in the blue cottage an addict at a table drawing in the air

                       the sudden rain
                        does not cool him
                         enveloped so

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

        the night is done.
        even his mouth at my breasts
        cannot hold the tears

          the still
           fallen snow
             at sea

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

       for the crows no leaves winter tree

     we scarecrows gasp together  tonight's moon!

Monday, March 13, 2017

    from monk              
     to moonville
       jazzed on       
    a  late nighttrain.

           from my lips rise the full moons  her white belly

       oh sure..
        the sky is amazed,
         the camellias
           dutiful devout

Saturday, March 11, 2017

      from what cheerless thicket ruptures this agent of Love?

Friday, March 10, 2017

           feel the noise flutter  morning fog

Tuesday, March 7, 2017


        have the late shift touch it up  change the clouds

          my grief on the wings of geese returning

Saturday, March 4, 2017


            that you're in black flower and scaly I'm paleness blinking in the dark

Friday, March 3, 2017

          whet the blade in Basho's pond sharp old water

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

                our lips a butterfly torn apart

Monday, February 27, 2017

        so near the
         forest's end
          I'll stay till
            art decays

Sunday, February 26, 2017

     what blush there was when peonies wheeled the barrow with i abloom inside

Saturday, February 25, 2017


            afforded a choice of smooth or rough, fat or thin,
             i've taken the path that makes moonlight
              most difficult to collect, to bear, to believe in

Friday, February 24, 2017

       the horse dreams
         the old woman
           in the forest

Thursday, February 23, 2017

      dark night yes,
        lamps of the

Thursday, February 16, 2017

          as aware as you apricot Chi Pai Shih


Tuesday, February 7, 2017

        or irreversible as falling i will be your double morning moon

Saturday, February 4, 2017


        gone by
            tin boat winter

Wednesday, February 1, 2017


      marsh reed thin and purple cold

Tuesday, January 31, 2017


       exits the erotic coat with the fingers pale afternoon

Thursday, January 19, 2017

          because it's a fire truck and a shock wave oxen drift evening

Monday, January 16, 2017

    a man looks a cow and sad gourds on his back

Saturday, January 14, 2017

       i accept the blame
         i've melted the sword
             ..and taken the horse

    (for Leonard Cohen)

Friday, January 13, 2017

      you are dear dead dogs,
        sucked in two nozzles
          and a vending machine

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

   at the end of the ball plug it in .. owls hunt in pairs

Monday, January 9, 2017

             even the heron
              still louder
               than bones

Thursday, January 5, 2017

        more more perhaps something wild perhaps the sea

Sunday, January 1, 2017

            a sling blade
               kind of moon
                  i  want it sharper