#187. Th Woman (more)

February 28, 2010

Th woman
as sleep
opened twice
lips lips & dreams.

full silk slip
caress.

as sleep
awake enough love
and now slick time.

now.

***

knows falling
stars
shoot high anyway
gets me thru
the other side of the world.
earth
green
blue.

***

Th woman
as song no song
has music or rhythm enough
for yr blaze of spirit
red and yellow
as yr little hairs.

***

there
is a space on her bed
i can sometimes use
if i tongue her
right.

touch her shoulder
she asleaping
me trying to.

#186. how (for linda

February 27, 2010

how life

how it reaches

how suffering

how it condenses

how joy

how it expands

how death

how it comes

#185. blizzard

February 26, 2010

quiet this morning
snow quiet
almost silent

enjoying
isolation
thick
warm
anonymous

just another flake
hoping the thaw
never comes

#184. season for friends

February 25, 2010

snow strobes
the bright dusk
deepening
my friends reveal
visions healing
dreams in colors
against the white
snow strobes

and a crocus shoots green
up through the slush

amazed
and crazed
words ideas emotions
poems
leaking
then trickling
and now pouring
on my way again
taking the chances

thank you
to all my muses

look
between the cobblestones
into the ancient earth
of the seaport

find there
the ghosts of new york

hear
water through the broken ships
anchoring the rotting piers
peck slip and coientes

find there
the bones of new york

smell
drifting airs sweet sour
salt spicy bitter
conjuring the past today

find there
the breath of new york

feel
destruction rumbling construction
devolving evolving mains tunnels
hovels towers bridges

find there
the blood of new york

taste
the masses strangers known
intimately in the shared glimpse
of the Endless across the tracks

find there
the dreams of new york

look
between the cobblestones
into the ancient earth
of the seaport

find there
the ghosts of new york

hear
water through the broken ships
anchoring the rotting piers
peck slip and coientes

find there
the bones of new york

taste
drifting icy airs sweet
sour salt spicy bitter
conjuring the past today

find there
the breath of new york

#180. ferry (for whitman

February 21, 2010

arriving as i am
old
into my childhood
understanding a flight
to my dream
at last i sing
every day
as i yearn to
know
that you
could be me
we are bound
as a family
of strangers

water is gurgling under the keel

#179. vacant

February 20, 2010

vacant

work silence

vacant

days

with life

to do

vacant

chair

vacant

as the ice

block

floating

hudson river

sea bound down

past

vacant

me.

#178. tom’s cat too

February 19, 2010

“A jaguar who is the night sun”
the chuff hnnnh chuff of the hungry cat
at dusk backlit
by the remains of
the westering star
the prey looks for cover
but I
exult!

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