Monday, July 18, 2016

What are these ups and downs of
Seesaw being
This is no
Good world
I am not good
Or good in
Or good at
But i go on
Wanting
And i in sight of
Love
Panic
That it can be
Deserved
Or earned
The giving gets mixed up
In the gain
The rainstorm
Delivers both water
And Drought
Alone I discover no difference
Between recollection
And hope
Of a warm
Embrace
Having been
Let go
I fall
And the place I travel
Tomorrow will be
Out from these old
Same
Doors
Like a ghost
Without expectation
Of arrival
I have been
Sent
? will
Deliver me

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Fishtanks over apples
Are her eyes and cheeks
And a little knife flashes
In her voice
That I might like to hold

Bird hole dust flap
Older than Christ
Antediluvian fossils
Of a dirt bath

These tiny pains
Or the sound like the crocodile clock
Of blood in my ears
Lend nagging doubt to the certainty
Of my immortality
Kiss
When I was a child
I couldn't sleep
For the roar
Of my own pulse
And now can't sleep
For the silence 

Rejected cockerel

Sneeze sand?
Baked wildebeest.
Lizard bone?
Tithe.
Witchcraft.
Honey.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

can tomorrow be assured
 yesterday I ran
sat upon by giants long ago
still wary of feet
it is a wonder
the lips and eyes
of strangers
 and they wondering at
                                      what

to meet is unlikely
 always
              accept



what is it to know
or to be in one time: 
neither waiting
nor remembering
to ask and to do