Friday, July 28, 2017


           burned fields
             farmers move slowly
                  after dark


Wednesday, July 26, 2017


       night is a long time it seems the moon too is careful

Tuesday, July 25, 2017


  
         as aware as you apricot Chi Pai Shih 

Monday, July 24, 2017


          dark night yes,
              lamps of a
                 purse-seiner

Saturday, July 22, 2017


           sometimes I
               find horses and
                      blue sweat            
                            from a fold
                                 of the moon

Wednesday, July 19, 2017



              or irreversible as falling i will be your double morning moon

Monday, July 17, 2017



        tuned then to the minds of geese the strained eyes of dogs

Sunday, July 16, 2017



        a man looks a cow and sad gourds on his back

Saturday, July 15, 2017


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

Thursday, July 13, 2017



        rouge on fog the night fishery 

Tuesday, July 11, 2017


       a sling blade
         kind of moon
            I want it sharper

Monday, July 10, 2017



     in the afterglow
        the speed of 
           the 3-4-3


 (for Yamaguchi Seishi)

Sunday, July 9, 2017



      in your snow
        the white bison
           do not exist

Saturday, July 8, 2017



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

Friday, July 7, 2017


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

Thursday, July 6, 2017



          of Mount Matsukaze
             of the white pines
                 five months later


             

Wednesday, July 5, 2017



         on twigs
           like birds
             canary rain

Tuesday, July 4, 2017



                             this picture needs a cloud 
                   

Monday, July 3, 2017



              I've 
                    started them
                                          ten thousand flamingos

Sunday, July 2, 2017


       feed it more
        fat hands with tulips
           outer space in summer


  (for Sun Ra)

Saturday, July 1, 2017


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

Friday, June 30, 2017


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

Thursday, June 29, 2017



          Soft spills against the machine soft wide eyes wide green leaves

Wednesday, June 28, 2017


            when the boys reach down from the trees white tulips


       (for Ronald Baatz)



Tuesday, June 27, 2017



                river the
                               chain factory
                                                      passes


    (for Yamaguchi Seishi)

Monday, June 26, 2017

   
        between the,  the

        water layers,  the

        very young fish



Sunday, June 25, 2017



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

Saturday, June 24, 2017



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

Friday, June 23, 2017



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

Thursday, June 22, 2017



      what red is for
        carpet slippers
           to the sea
         

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

  

                exhaustion in the side pocket green tanka

Tuesday, June 20, 2017



        have the late shift touch them up the clouds

Sunday, June 18, 2017



       moonless widowed osprey  the fog

Thursday, June 15, 2017

  

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

Wednesday, June 14, 2017



           about the windiness, screws loosen

Tuesday, June 13, 2017



       locomotive in blue haze the factory yard

Monday, June 12, 2017


           It electrified marsh curlew

Friday, June 9, 2017

platform shoes



      a squid's impossibly pink idea,  wet storm from the sea

Thursday, June 8, 2017



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

Wednesday, June 7, 2017



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

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

BLOWER MOTOR #4


     
         mad with rust  camellias in bloom

Saturday, June 3, 2017



            this mouth mouths of bonito at sea

Thursday, June 1, 2017



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

Wednesday, May 31, 2017



          rains the blue horses drenched through

Sunday, May 28, 2017



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


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


        beyond
          the screens
             the dark dark
               glow of the men


Friday, March 24, 2017


        all life
          crosses
            the marsh
              dogs' eyes

Friday, March 17, 2017



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

Thursday, March 16, 2017


    Adaptation.

    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
          suddenly
           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


          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
              me

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
  

Saturday, February 4, 2017

 

        gone by
          retouched
            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

Saturday, January 14, 2017



  
     Marilyn,
      
       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

Monday, January 9, 2017


             even the heron
              still louder
               than bones

Thursday, January 5, 2017



        more more perhaps something wild perhaps the sea