Category Archives: Poetry

natural method

natural method

 

resolve, to capture

the renegade story,

the “r” that drops without effort;

hum an imprecise self,

hover above a wood floor as a

ghost—between adobe, a window, and a phrase

invented to keep away

from raging impermanence,

undertow of the closest light source

to bang our bodies against

 

 

 

 

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glass + fragment

glass + fragment

 

temporary verse, an avenue

look sideways, no one returns a look

dark shapes glide across the glass

 

possess or interpret the gesture,

only edges are visible

tremor, a sudden thought

of relation

 

lost in reflex—stand mirror to an eye.

 

Car

after car drifts past, the carriage

of untelevised moments,

thus accidental,

sequence.

 

(the interior

of a window

its own

narrowed

world)

 

at times a tree bends or a window directly across hides a world it’s Chinatown a lady’s on the roof hanging laundry it just started to snow tv news reflected on the inside smoke has engulfed the yard or pigeons on a wire in the country they say doves a dog paws a cool place to press the whole body to the earth the glint of memory engulfs the mind, again and again and again

Veils of code

Veils of code

Hint of aftermath—along the route. To claim damage potential as an act. From a safe position, film every action-reaction as a neat package. Best to leave part to the imagination. Best to write loose across a wide page. Precision will come later. The route widens with so many people and people in cars. Routine movements within, and stop, and go. A loaf of bread, espresso. There is nothing to complain about, so sigh. A thin residue on the glass is not bipolar in/of itself. The bird highway baffles as always. One in the front, and a view from the back.

It appears we’ve lost the route; rain in veils. What’s left out in the rain? (It never rains). Without the sky, we’re aimless. Pulse of blood in finger tips. A leaf fell from a full tree in the rain. It never pays to be at the front where the action grows. A stunt to find another route. Let the words trail off the page. Only the birds are certain of their actions. The phone in my pocket breeds code as a desperate stunt to find a new route.

Peripheral

Peripheral

 

Blurred total,

absent the blind area,

out of reach of the pendula,

the bird arc.

 

An unseen violence

must be undone to complete

the image,

 

origin, Ur,

of urge,

 

reciprocate habit

of looking through and past, but only

a half-look, like a move

through the half open door.

 

Better to not look on the hour.

Better wait longer, to note changes,

otherwise feel a fool to the primal

Locatur,

Time.

 

Elements are around you—no use

gathering them,

or they overwhelm.

 

Multiple avenues just out of view

must converge

as all things do,

but the unifier is missing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dark matter

Dark matter

 

Revert to entry: handmade holes

knit together homely hours.

 

Turn back—repetition

masks there is nothing, no

thing where the spirit apparently

nested.

 

Rounded out,

a shape  —  threaded

feathers, filtered sunlight,

excrement, and sweetgrass.

 

Constant variable, an entry.

 

An inevitable unknown.

Fingers unfold, light

formed only. A lie unwinds

in the eye, of lines and texture.

The hard surface of a window.

 

Directive to move through glass.

Will the body unfold further? Breath-

fog, matter to live on,

maintains the tethers;

 

the spider’s

web, canopy bird,

garden cataract, crumbs,

film on the table

of spilled coffee,

gravity–

no explanation given.

 

 

 

 

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