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

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

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