Year: 2005

• bob greazy

  “bob greazy!”– a shout to thee,
  our friend and father of refine’ed gravity,
  whose twisted trust and duplicity
  well drown lungs in dairy-air’d visibility!

  March 15, 2005

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• from palm a penny fell

  from palm a penny fell,
                 tumbling
                                down
                                         air;
                                              face,
                                                      tail,
                                              face,
                                                      tail,
                                              face,
                                                      tail
                 to smash in wade with waves unflinching
                       ‘gainst your wall of rounded cinder

  March 15, 2005

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• –unfamiliar are these words

  –unfamiliar are these words

  to the pausedbreeze of your voice

  as i’ve never

  had the chance to scream them

  until downwind came,

  and

  now

  i escape their trailing consequences

  through still not telling you.

  March 15, 2005

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• out came the tide from her swollen eyes

  out came the tide from her swollen eyes
                                                                          and there i was,
          hand over pride to break the surf
          and i just kept telling myself
                        "she’ll forgive me sometime;
                         she’ll close her eyes sometime
                                                                          and dream of someone else."

  March 15, 2005

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• blessed is the blind, Night-scraping light

  

  blessed

  is the blind, Night-scraping

  light;

  for self-amused stars,

  once in cackle’d shimmer,

  blur drunk with Jealousy

  as glances given North

  ever-more fall to Earth’s domain.

  March 10, 2005

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• old man e

  

  i had

  walked out to the car

  to know the world for a few minutes.

  push-laying next to old man e,

  i noticed him standing at his pillow;

  a look of frustration as he cocked his chin

  toward every place he frequents,

  looking for the biscuit i had given him

  hours earlier–

  he likes them

  only if he has no other offer

  of bacon’d treats.

  in the kitchen,

  his small grunt-growls ordered me

  “give beggin strips.”

  –yeah, i did.

  had to.

  March 10, 2005

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• jealous universe

  i look up

  and see that you

  silent-stand

  on top of world

  as stars shoot-fall..

  as worlds slide

  along the universe

  ’round your eyes–

  i see their jealousy

  for you are still

  and they are dying–

  for you are constant

  and they must be changing.

  i peer out

  across water

  of oceans from your toe-tips

  and see you shining,

  leading islands

  in dance of midnight;

  ’round your eyes

  they twink in merryment–

  into my own eyes, now, i look

  and see

  you

  standing

  above world—

  beyond edge of ‘rizon’s reach

  and i cry

  ,knowing you are seeing me

  as i am seeing you.

  March 10, 2005

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• thou without name Eternal

  Way,
  thou without name Eternal
  ,yet Death to many–
  chest,
          –yours,
        pierced by hold of;
  witnesses,
          –yours,
        drown’d in seeking of;
  throat-movers,
          –yours,
        raised t’outer with joy of;
  fingertips,
          –yours,
        pause-broke for respect of;
  pearl-beams,
          –yours,
        whittle-faded in return of;
  low-clerk,
          –yours,
        forgeing by will of;

  March 10, 2005

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• something

  suppose i saw you,

   never meant to,

   it just happened;

  would you wave me,

   swaying daisy,

   and let me know?

  suppose i met you,

   never meant to,

   it just happened;

  could i see you,

   even hold you,

   not letting go?

  suppose we were dreaming,

   never scheming,

   it just happened;

  should i wake you,

   or maybe watch you

   for a while?

  suppose i loved you,

   never meant to,

   it just happened;

  could you love me,

   maybe hold me,

   till we die?

  March 9, 2005

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• Mother Moon

  Mother Moon
             wide-smiles
                  with nod
          toward stage of Earth;
       in fixed-gaze
           and without stir of wind,
       She washes through us
                  fallen creatures,
                         gently rocking
                                World to Sleep’s domain…

  March 9, 2005

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