#457. no more rice or salt

January 29, 2011

once you go you’re gone
down the ghost subway 
no more rice or salt
to feel or make

old dreams young
and young dreams old
the sea returns me
and by the sea i escape

the compass
in my bakers hand
encircles my flying mind
crowns and directs me found

#456. belief?

January 21, 2011

time is caught
in my head
is caught in time
the heart too
is pulled strung
to then now
from wild soon

fire a kiln burn beautiful
air scented by wood and water
earth blooms constantly returns all home

#455. travelling

January 14, 2011

part
of heart beat
time is machined
into the blood flesh
moment pushed up behind 
the first last dream put to rest

tossing about the pillow wakes me now

the details of a vision are the least important

in the great alone
stuck deep in the thousand eyes
of subway trains
crushed
hope
still
bloomed
the heart of life
moving high in one pair of eyes
in the great alone

#453. winter warp

January 8, 2011

ragged man 
a burnt stew pot
crunchy black bits
depression is returned
by the fire under brooklyn
bridge cold blanket chilled lifetime
this is only one now one then one now 

#452. longest night

January 5, 2011

into present solstice
being the frozen moment
capturing quiet winter time
snowing going silently forward
passing spring time understanding
that under today’s fall summer sleeps

 
  

#451. new year kissed me

January 1, 2011

the new year
arbitrary time 
awkward feeling
incomplete 
loose end
hope

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