Monday, July 31, 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

Sunday, July 30, 2017

  
         when you rise up when you lie down the tides in between

Saturday, July 29, 2017



            exit a pale afternoon lamps of the night ferry

Friday, July 28, 2017


           burned fields
             men 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