index iv.

index iv.

 

relationship of two

vanishing points when a person looks

directly toward the center of a room

 

location and characters

converge

 

when two persons look directly

toward the center of a room

may be unified in scale

and hour

 

but not to endure, a location

where imitable habits of grandparents

that to live, are no longer

 

the new picture requires

rearrangement of vanishing points

minus a referent

 

requires a diet

of the next

favorite show

of salt, newsprint,

apple juice, a slice of Wonder

 

time passes quickly, for an eternity

 

on its side, a shelter can be decorated

with bricks for furniture, inside, strings for a guitar,

a table with removable segments,

a partial collection of puzzles and card games

 

layers of carpet and red brick,

formica, hand sewn fabrics,

wires behind drywall, and a roof

joins the house

to the sky

 

the area outside the frame

viewed with the so-called corner of the eye,

as an entity in itself

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

index iii.

index iii.

 

high mountain lake

more air

than earth

 

at surface, bright edges

 

continual rhythm

 

stand still, adjust

the rhythm

 

 

in elevated states

 

interfere

 

dark matter

is not dark,

 

is

invisible

 

window to invisible

depth

 

sky inverse

 

a dream where weightless

matter trickles

through cupped hands

index ii.

index ii.

 

weighted clouds

intersect morning

 

the will

weights them

 

abrupt relation

between earth’s

machine-hum

and the willpower

contained in a house

 

the day continues

to root

 

a corrugated

metal sheet

functions as barrier

and mirror between

houses

 

at the edge of

property

 

the neighbor’s

pallet collection

tidy and tethered

 

infinite layers

of projects and insects

 

all possible projects

dream in the sun

at this new hour

 

an infinite wellspring

of property and projects

of metal mirror walls

of pallets, weeds and chickens

of neighbors with projects

 

a pile of car parts

a metal container

“this end up”

 

whether to believe—an old house

accumulates debris

 

walls form voices

finger prints

cloud weight

 

to believe

 

the attractive substance

of a house

 

 

 

index i.

index i.

 

to lay claim

 

 

one thousand entrance points

to the honeycombed wood

upright, in the sand, now

that the green rind

has died

 

 

 

a hallowed question—

what keeps us here?

flat roots

 

 

build a fence to mitigate

extreme area

 

 

even one millimeter of movement

the sand grains

 

over time, the foothold

undermined

 

 

*

 

through latillas–

face to the gap

air pushes through

vigor

of a secret

 

 

the barrier eternal

with an open place

 

remember this

 

 

 

*

stereoscopic

sand

sage

barbed

wire

 

a new house, empty

a dry willow

North

 

(it was days ago, I think—

 

five coyotes

purposeful,

paranoid

 

 

 

*

 

we may take our relationships

too seriously—

 

a jet flies overhead,

mundane,

detached, landless.

 

 

a whirling

whirligig,

air through the honeycomb,

 

or voices,

of thousands

who were here and wait.

 

 

 

*

cholla remnant

pulled from a trail

at high elevation, black

and wet with snow.

 

bones’ latent vigor–

decoration, an oddity

 

 

 

 

Note: latillas—are what we call fencing which are cut from young trees, here in New Mexico, with the bark left on the pole. They provide a textured fence line with an uneven skyline.They are all different heights and not perfectly straight. But, they are truly enjoyable to poets and New Mexicans.

A cholla is an upright, narrow cactus that grows throughout New Mexico and produces beautiful waxy flowers (cacti throw forth waxy, bright yellow or fuscia flowers). When the cholla cactus dessicates, the remaining material is woody, and hollow, with a honeycombed pattern.