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

  

        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
              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
  

Friday, February 24, 2017

 
       the horse dreams
         the old woman
           in the forest

Thursday, February 23, 2017


      dark night yes,
        lamps of the
          purse-seiner

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
          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

Monday, January 16, 2017


    a man looks a cow and sad gourds on his back

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

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