Showing posts with label night. Show all posts
Showing posts with label night. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

waterlily

flash and then it's out
that thing i dreamed about, that
once disarming glow

that burned as much as
shined, too nebulous to know.
out. but i'm not cold

Sunday, February 20, 2011

dark room

i fell into this
and stumbled when i rose, and
then i learned to walk

Saturday, July 3, 2010

spot light

don't tinsel me, you
verbose bungler of The Crush;
I'd sooner hear truth.

***

wouldja look-a 'ter?
yellah skirt, ayveeatars–
dats a young film star

Saturday, June 26, 2010

RGB

same lights, new jungles
and these forests are deep, rich
canopies, alive

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

best lemons

if you're attentive
the sky comes out charging and–
big as it is–calms.

*
one million rocks
one vermillion tide; my
eyes on this blue pen.

*
hey, sit next to me.
we'll drink minted lemonades
and watch our sneakers

Monday, March 22, 2010

private pseudonym

pull up the shades and
set the tea on the sill; there's
a day's worth to do.

***

i made up a name
that i'll call you sometimes, yes?
private pseudonym.

Friday, March 5, 2010

yes, here and there

why not span the world,
carry your life on your back,
find your self regions

if your migrations
bring you round this way again–
sure, catch up with me.

Monday, March 1, 2010

out lines

it was so dark that
we had to see by touching
the rough wood-planked floor

***

I see us in lines;
you tend to run straight and I
run like watered paint

Monday, February 15, 2010

my wheels

it came straight at me
this naked-free-take-on-self
head-on collision

I think you were there
to smile when it hit; sure, you
drove the other car

***

if I'd disembarked,
I'd have never had the chance
to sight-see en route

Friday, January 22, 2010

stay, glow

when you planned your night
did you think t'd go like this?
fine strung glowing pearls

***

probably, you'll stop
but it won't be til you know
you've
no need
to go

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

make it up

never mind the tolls
as long as you're paying, why,
no one will collect

***

found a way to see
the farthest yonder lands; I
climb attractive hills

Friday, December 4, 2009

certain tugs

this morning in chill
and still hanging from night threads
I wove warmth from past

so when I awoke
I'd no more full cover, but
insubstantial lace

in any case, I'm
headed out
and I've a new wool coat.