on
going
over the river
i become
the forest
over the river
i become
and go
on
#535. walking is
March 27, 2012
concretally clopping poetess overtaking
my aged steps in the glinty glinty sunlighty and the roar
rah roar of hudson estuary revolution up
stream tasting the choco chocolahtidah hot sipping hot
steaming whistle whistle whistle through my
nose hairs occupy my consciously unsubconciously new york
#534. tell me white wing
March 14, 2012
her thought down the river
is the way home lies
dark white caps
slap pilings
draw me
to her
as we descend into dream
no cruelty will matter
only clear eyes
and a dance
to hold us
together
tell me white wing
where do you take me tonight?
#532. ten year
February 3, 2012
passing forward and behind the how and now
life brings the re-creation of childhood endorphins
along the entire length of the operant moment stringing
deep in a realsong of being in time with relativity and a music
memory the sweet infinity of colored icons humming beneath eyelids
i see the checkerboard
apron with strings untied
my mother with watchful eye
still young in this amazing dream
of life without her
#530. to wake
January 23, 2012
in dreams colors
spark to red spirit
floats above your bed
life regathers all its power
strength returns and so does wonder
open your eyes
and breath
your fire
#528. afterglowing
January 17, 2012
cast twilight as an hour and inspiration withers time
embrace twilight as the change it is and inspiration knows no temporal limit
the little death has passed and he feels again the pressure of thought
she still holds the languid wave of him within her needing no more
writing the muse is the seduction of addiction telling beauty
telling beauty
all believe
do not
you?
#526. transit
January 6, 2012
the wind turns the river dark
holding hands on the graceful bridge
stone you fly and bring our shores together
vigilant brooklyn heights manhattan shines beside thee
you and i ride
hold our bags
watching
a pearl
rolling
around on
the winter
subway floor
#516. first you address the bed
December 26, 2011
past tired and sweet
dreams or nightmares can take me
as my bed and beloved enfold and hold me
#515. heart arrow
December 25, 2011
quiet town
the sound of the rivers
especially melodic and entuning
time is always sweetest in the morning
with you
#509. winter morning
December 20, 2011
i told you that i needed a poem
from underneath your skin
and dreamt of winter sparrows
in the palms of your hands
your glow piercing my amygdala
you undo all your buttons
illuminating the clear moment
i awake to spring answers
