Tag Archives: spring

Sacrificial barricades 

Loneliness is like
that soft squid 
you whisper
to yourself                               sonoonehearsit—


  it’s like knowing
  you’re falling
   off the face of the
  earth—                              straight up

                          rogue cosmonautlike

                         or a balloon popping—

you like the way it feels—

your lips bleed—

what are you going to do

              with this piece of dust
                                                      —you’re gone
                          remember
   you’re not atomic—

                           what did you do

                           to get into this place—

He looked around and wondered the same

All footcrunched and timeponderin’

Sorta lookin’ all like a piece of mawed fools gold


it’s that depth that rings to a snap
on the finger of lists that waits
in frozen whistles the tunnels of tomorrow
ember in the toes that feel
for the gravity tonight it hums
between busted bent black shapes
it barricades the sacrifice at the stalk—

Headband

                               Bend the crutch
            into a [Z]

                                fold the rice paper
                     in half
    longways
                     from the windfarm

      it’s a beautiful day here
under the olivegreen oaks

                                                       origami
              that we’ll burn

                                                          break it up
    with your hands
                                     your fingernails
we’re in no hurry

                                                         it’s sticky
                     to the touch

             a complex medley
                                    of aromatic compounds
nothing but good
                                                so good
             we knew it
                                                                 all along

                             add some hash
                                     why not
     it will last longer

                                                little cone
         wrapped tight
                          and sweet
                                     with a quick lick
       along the edge

                                                        spark the end
and breathe it in
                    slow
                                                                deep

             civilizations
                                                           exhalations

                      like it’s the last thing
                                    we’ll ever do

                                                                      until
the next one

Everytime I hear Boy’s Latin

I used to take off
                                         running
      as fast as I could
                                                 across the street
                like I was running away
                                 from babylon

        down the hill
                                      to an entrance
            of the forest of Nisene Marks
   before the rest of the world
                                                       was awake
and the redwoods
                                        were mine
                                                                   all mine

                                a blue jay alerts

         sometimes foggy
                        blowing snot rockets
  the wild cucumber
                                       raspberries
                       and limegreen mosscovered
          maples

                            towering redwoods
                                       dripping with dew
the floor of the forest
                                 covered in xanthoparmelia
                    and clavarioids

        heavy breaths
                                              heavy footsteps

            dripping
                                                with sweat

plowing through
                               last night’s
                                                     spider webs

                     crossing stonewobbling cricks

    a deer’s vertebrae
  attached to a stick
                                    poking out from the mud
                                    like a ka-bob

it’s funny to think
                   of everyone I brought here

                                                  everything we did

                           running as fast
        as I could                                  
                                  to the top
  of the mountain
                              before the rest of the world
      was awake

Anytime

An engine
                                      in the distance
is it coming
                                      from the sky
the protocol’s
                                      in place
deep breaths
                                      to slow the heart
not until we’re
                                      further
not until we’re
                                      free
an engine
                                 in the distance
is it coming
                           from the sky

Cliffdiving

Then I heard
  two notes
    like a piano
      one pink
        the other
          light blue
            when I
              pushed off
                the ledge
                 suspended
                  mid-air
                   that
                    feeling
                    of falling
                    for what
                    felt like
                    forever
                    in a
                    moment
                    plunging
                    hands first
                    into the
                    cold
                    deep
                    lake

Amblyseius

       Spherical
steel cage
    on a chain
you hold
       what holds
me here
    surfacing
depleted
       for a vortex
of honey
    at midnight
condensation
        forms
between this
    and a few moths
the new moon
       is near
no matter what
    it’s swirskii
’cause fear
       eats the
one thing
     you came
here for
        on a wing
of silk
     on a wind
thru an open
        window