Wednesday, March 20, 2013


Pink through wine's long legs
I see dogwood bark through glass–
I see it a'peeling.
It is no mist but a haze.
My flower is off a way.

"Percy's Quick Jump Across the World"

A muddled grey, translucent fog.
Blender of rations.
Open my sky wide and pinkening.
Shoelaces like fuses.
Ceramic bird, listen carefully.
His stinging sensation cries.
One time, I drilled a hole in the ground and filled it with beaks.
Grandma reclines on the porch in a flower dress.
Idiot countertop, you have a friend.
Carnival sawhorse going up and down.
A bladder slowly fills.
Open tennis court, we play chess left and right.
Wet rings hidden under a poem.
The courageous knight lives always inside.
Key growth, lower mobility, and strategic planning.
Fiction in a box?
Careworn little sterling
fingertips press into solemn keys
hands washed mash crudely
the delicate expression
beats like piano memories
beads of oil force on medium the pressure of newspaper deadlines
or a grocery list she is gone
from the red label to electric
and enchanting
the quick happening celebarated
like bicycles.  Independence
one's own publication at how
much was a free machine pushed
clutched a beautiful suitcase to
her breast knees clicking she had no idea
the electric rush
the quickening of what happens
after the modern the new
sincerity really meant.
Feel her prints know she said what
meant by someone else had also
been meant by her did
her fingers slip pushed by the music
the ether of atomized fossils
how quickly