Cock-a-hoop

Cock-a-hoop 6/30

To set all by the ears - to bung the hole

There is cheering and calling out
a dart board fills with arrows

Lights dim - the neon casts everything blue

An underwater slideshow of billiards
Quarters trade hands

Headcount

Headcount 6/29

She walked molding on the battlefields
                        taping back hair

She reversed their faces held them in her palms

She poured skin into negatives
                        all the flaws of death in highlight

She made eyes rolling beautiful

Patient

Patient 6/28

It’s            a                        running 8
                        A                        dripping                        curve

The                        broken                        tower
is                         testament                        to a battle

                                                that was                        lost

It’s                        a                        running 8
                        A                        dripping

There is                        a                        haunting
occurring

                                                                        I am
appearing                        behind                        you
knife                                                pulled

Noblesse

Noblesse 6/27

Nothing can make one die inside more than -

Perfuse

Perfuse 6/26

                                    Still
air slides in this turquoise lung
Burns phosphorescence            a silver fire-work
            down the rue obscure of asphyxia
            Eyes go white
turn into mother-of-pearl
and beat themselves trapped sparrows on Titanics
                                    Arms go numb first
            then the trunk creeps inward
Feeling that layering go icicle            Slow terror
                        of warmth leaking into not warmth
            This solid breathing flange
                                                this rusty bellows
There is a crawl
a spider over the carpet            shadow
on the tiled world
An image of lovers embracing on film
Then of lead-filled limbs in Auvillar
It shifts to light                        filtered through water
                                    before that too fades from dog
                        into wolf

Strawberry

Strawberry 6/25

crawling white (popularly so called) flower
bag-shaped receptacle starting green moves to redness
juicy acid pulp dotted over with tiny acorns
crushed with sugar cream poured into bowls
the smaller wood kinds creep at tree feet

Plurality

This is my 300th poem!

I'm in England until July 6th. There will be no interruptions in the posting. I am way too dedicated to let that happen.

Enjoy!


Plurality 6/24

No to marriage
No to tension
No to hostility
No to ignorance

No to taxes
No to morality
No to snobbery
No to defacement

No to negativity
No to forgetting
No to regret
No to silence

Yes to devotion
Yes to release
Yes to passion
Yes to knowledge

Yes to health
Yes to right
Yes to quality
Yes to expression

Yes to polarity
Yes to wholeness
Yes to change
Yes to solitude