warm after too cold
fallen leaves waiting like me
to be collected
Monday, November 9, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
from May
open the window
perfume enters on wet breeze
changing light and space
sounds soften in rain
grey afternoon quiets sighs
no mow motors roar
Monday, May 25, 2009
he watered at noon
this one mows at dusk. Both kill
undoing stillness
For rent forbodes ill
madness, drugs, filth. fights came, left
we like it empty
Come weeds, break open
You are food, tools for paper
I know your secrets
In cold sleepless dark
I shiver under blankets
he comes, curls, settles
too early the phone rings
no message is left. sweet dreams
of walking undone
undriven car waits
blue tarp blown down. Light on dust
paw prints on
this one mows at dusk. Both kill
undoing stillness
For rent forbodes ill
madness, drugs, filth. fights came, left
we like it empty
Come weeds, break open
You are food, tools for paper
I know your secrets
In cold sleepless dark
I shiver under blankets
he comes, curls, settles
too early the phone rings
no message is left. sweet dreams
of walking undone
undriven car waits
blue tarp blown down. Light on dust
paw prints on
banging me awake
they fix what’s broken, cover
woodpeckers’ wood haunt
she cut five tulips
candy striped, not quite open
a big bee followed
I told her the wood
on that house had birds and bees
ahh! big bore wood bees
cold, grey May
lit by apple blossoms
snowing on mowed grass
cat’s silent urging
too insistent to ignore
open the door
dog shit in the yard
mower man said. cat stays close.
pit bull barks next door
purple evening
no mowers no birds
cat snores somewhere near
who sings at 3 a.m.
more song fills darkness
than when I wake
they argue in short bursts
sharp twitters repeat refrains
listen to me now
cell phone alarm rings
time to get up, get up cat
curled in warm circle
he mowed later
only killing one flower
more careful this time
two hats in bed
two shirts sweater, 4 blankets
cold wintry May
white apple blossoms
pink margins hold them as they
appear, open, bloom
irid shiny head
black bodies search mowed grass, peck,
fly when I roll near
chuck chirp cheep cheep churp
churp churp cheep churp churp chirrp churp
I don’t like this song
they fix what’s broken, cover
woodpeckers’ wood haunt
she cut five tulips
candy striped, not quite open
a big bee followed
I told her the wood
on that house had birds and bees
ahh! big bore wood bees
cold, grey May
lit by apple blossoms
snowing on mowed grass
cat’s silent urging
too insistent to ignore
open the door
dog shit in the yard
mower man said. cat stays close.
pit bull barks next door
purple evening
no mowers no birds
cat snores somewhere near
who sings at 3 a.m.
more song fills darkness
than when I wake
they argue in short bursts
sharp twitters repeat refrains
listen to me now
cell phone alarm rings
time to get up, get up cat
curled in warm circle
he mowed later
only killing one flower
more careful this time
two hats in bed
two shirts sweater, 4 blankets
cold wintry May
white apple blossoms
pink margins hold them as they
appear, open, bloom
irid shiny head
black bodies search mowed grass, peck,
fly when I roll near
chuck chirp cheep cheep churp
churp churp cheep churp churp chirrp churp
I don’t like this song
slow catalpa waits
wisely keeps her leaves. three frosts
have struck this May
cat curl Sunday
sent away, he waits for me
and knows to return
banana crepe day
butter in frying pan melts
sun streams in kitchen
angry chatter chirps
each time door opens, a bird
swoops from nest on house
a small darkness hangs
above porch edge, twigs protrude
show where chicks nestle
wisely keeps her leaves. three frosts
have struck this May
cat curl Sunday
sent away, he waits for me
and knows to return
banana crepe day
butter in frying pan melts
sun streams in kitchen
angry chatter chirps
each time door opens, a bird
swoops from nest on house
a small darkness hangs
above porch edge, twigs protrude
show where chicks nestle
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
February
clouds of snowflakes fall
darkening day white with light
smothering hope
accumulation
up to one inch predicted
more cold stones rise
Lifelords take rent
from each generation
of a species life
the land does not say
i can't support many
policies say that
darkening day white with light
smothering hope
accumulation
up to one inch predicted
more cold stones rise
Lifelords take rent
from each generation
of a species life
the land does not say
i can't support many
policies say that
Sunday, February 1, 2009
From January
2008 drums
Chinese men shout, make music
hearts beat better than war
dual deployment
children left behind at home
family in war
has the war hurt you?
no one you know went crazy
shovel yellow snow
street whore in winter
cold legs numb feet iced midriff
wind kisses her cheeks
Pablo Neruda
come see the blood in the streets
we wont look at it
glory glory
this sad year better than last
snow covers dark streets
holy mysteries
dark and light share the same source
sing we praise Christ's birth
Ella Mae Johnson
105, was there, wheel chaired
Obama moment
on Lincoln's bible
sworn, chosen hope over fear
millions wept and cheered
summer and cold fall
they confessed: yes, Obama!
pearls around brown throat
Helen Thomas seeks
justice, sixty years of questions
courage to ask
Helen thomas wrote
history cannot save him
our dead require peace
see what happens there
don't send arms to Israel
stop the suffering
american folks
language keeping thought at bay
death dealt in your name
big, crowned tan bird watched
visitation? Daddy sign?
female cardinal
wars for nothing waged
against all better judgement
self delusion reigned
speak often of god
grace in my gone loves, parents
this lamplight, this breath
each stitch amazes
lines become fabric. wise hook
twists thread, time. makes art
the last mimsy came
wanting help. heal the future
children's tears saved us
We honor our dead
by living seeing through rain
another planting
Obama o man
so many worked, prayed, fought, died
for this blessed day
Chinese men shout, make music
hearts beat better than war
dual deployment
children left behind at home
family in war
has the war hurt you?
no one you know went crazy
shovel yellow snow
street whore in winter
cold legs numb feet iced midriff
wind kisses her cheeks
Pablo Neruda
come see the blood in the streets
we wont look at it
glory glory
this sad year better than last
snow covers dark streets
holy mysteries
dark and light share the same source
sing we praise Christ's birth
Ella Mae Johnson
105, was there, wheel chaired
Obama moment
on Lincoln's bible
sworn, chosen hope over fear
millions wept and cheered
summer and cold fall
they confessed: yes, Obama!
pearls around brown throat
Helen Thomas seeks
justice, sixty years of questions
courage to ask
Helen thomas wrote
history cannot save him
our dead require peace
see what happens there
don't send arms to Israel
stop the suffering
american folks
language keeping thought at bay
death dealt in your name
big, crowned tan bird watched
visitation? Daddy sign?
female cardinal
wars for nothing waged
against all better judgement
self delusion reigned
speak often of god
grace in my gone loves, parents
this lamplight, this breath
each stitch amazes
lines become fabric. wise hook
twists thread, time. makes art
the last mimsy came
wanting help. heal the future
children's tears saved us
We honor our dead
by living seeing through rain
another planting
Obama o man
so many worked, prayed, fought, died
for this blessed day
Thursday, January 1, 2009
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