Flotation #1

Sea shut out
doors to dark
widen
swollen head
pivot on
fantasy light
the light of eyes

Darkness and I
are old lovers
caves
hollows
wombs
this moist place
a place to rest

Circuit connected
emptied
isolated in eventide
thoughts suck through
this one
a slippery fish
off in a flash
the faeries
go with

Sea shut out
door slides
to reveal planet earth

fin du temps

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LightSoundDevice

Dusk
closing her red lips
around

Blue tunnel
at pit of sky’s stomach
white at bottom.

Rainbowed snakes
squirm past
as sparks to night.

Eyes
escape into
shimmering darkness.

May I long
for passed
spring’s scent

again?

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Round Poem

for Salina

Yew and eye touch en
tangled
soft
crash crashing
ocean’s edge
caress
ears with wet
wine
lips.

Moon god
dess smile
ing I’s waxing
crescent open
then closed wonder
about silent
secrets.

Sand
beach
gentle breeze blow
soft through
hair in
scent out
fresh
new life.

Share deep
desire whisp
ered be
neath
murals of morrison
weird shaman
of sex wine death yearn
s to live
lust through
us.

Cool
nite bight
throat
squeeze
subtle sighs
ignit
ing fire burn
s soft moist mys
tery from where
life love infinite
possibility
spring.

Was it not that
moment this
moment next and all
time given
touch eye and yew?

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Solstice

(a prayer for light)

Oh Lord of Night
restore us the azure oceans
the red earth.

The sun drowns
given up
struggled for months
writhing in your grasp
release it.

Shadow
gnaws at
the red earth
its soft teeth
grind hard at
this moment
listen
gelatin feet of
darkness approach
his grey army
takes the eastern
seaboard
we must stop him.

They multiply
these amoeba creatures
in short hours
they shall invade the red earth
greed on their breath
their spiny hands
lust to conquer light
dusk is breeding
what shall become of us?

Mad ones
dance the mad prayer
on mountain sacrifices
grease the gears
of red earth
turbine thrust
forward return the planet

Oh Lord of Night
for we are week
you many.

Oh Sweet Dawn
do not forget us
our bones ache
for the soft touch of
your tongue again.

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To the Santa Cruz Rain

Slippers
whisper
blinds on windows
punctuate
slippery sentences with consonants

Drugs
have:
piled
laundry high
stacked
unread books
written
nightmare stories
on grey floor
whispers
slippers in mornings

My nose
flows
yellow this winter and I
can’t
stop
it

Today:
is
aware
today’s body
feels
cast iron plate glass rain

Sometimes late night I
think
I
have
made
it
rain.

Poured
great grey oceans

Teared
to the earth.

Rain
rain today
and four weeks
on end
Santa Cruz.

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Insomniac

Sleep never comes
the lonely man
the lonely hour.
A demon could
keep in front of the sun,
and still
without sleep.

Dreams
run through days
playful kittens, out to
make mischief. My head
hums to the tune
moves cross my ceiling
each night.

I’ve heard there are people
who bring fires
to the woods.
Sometimes, on a spirited path
I feel them
watch me
with headlight eyes;
crouched bodies
shaped as
hounds.

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Lizard

From
the jaws of a rock
a tounge
tastes the sun–
nibbles at it.

The lizard
a leathery robot
slow on it’s path
to be parched
an inert cat
basking a
green, cat basking
smile
goggle eyes half
alert
a grin of a
grin
to be grinning
today

It’s wide jaw
begs to drink
some hot wetness of the
sun.

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An Ode for Timber Wolves

I

The day is soon
her lonesome
song calls
up sun

she calls earth
to turn
brings her body
full of movement
into dawn

mate at her side
they sing the
song of blood.

II

On fluid haunches
they bound
through the snow

the pack owns
this ice-capped tundra

commands the slicing
of the wind.

III

They thirst for
a scent
drink of it
thick in icy breeze

they howl
of the kill once more
call
on the pack
a chorus of bloodsong
rising
on tundra

They sing of this
moment and a
place to kill.

IV

The pack dances
together in
noontime sun

they howl
of hunts
before
today
and to be

she follows the leader
the pack
strides onward in hungry procession.

V

They close upon
a slowing moose

Teeth bare
her mate lunges at
flanks

tears raw blood meat
brings the great beast
to ground
staining
snow
scarlet.

IV

She returns
with meat
feeds
the pups
cries the song o
f the hunt

moans
of scarlet snows
blood of beast
returned to earth
she sings of tundra
hunger
the fall
of black
black
night.

VII

In the empty
headed night
as the pups huddle

to her breast
in the den

she opens her ears
to hear swollen sounds
of darkness:

an old man’s
death throes
the cries of a
newborn.

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Fever

My body
a diseased
motel in Wisconsin.

Cold dark liquid
settles in blood
Sweat squeezed tiny seeds.

Lemon clenched in fist
My sour lips have
already slain dawn
Never rise again you yellow beast!

My head will heat the world,
supply energy.
Fill my mind.
An empty pocket
in my jeans.

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Rorschachs

Splintered light
weeps through thunderheads
dark swollen Minnesota horizon
reach city
scrawl messages on
fields
trailing broken farms

My pen
digging tracks across paper
planes

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