Thursday, August 31, 2017

31 august

and the echo after the words
as if seeking laughter
hung heavy without landing
causing questions to be asked
steady without answers expected
forecasted outlasting overwhelm
taking the helm and steering clear
there's a ship to shape but no escape to hatch
plan the random so it all stays odd
even as the band strikes twelve
laughing as the stars finally fall

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

30 august

there's a balance here and the clear is check
connecting upside down to sideways and beyond
a shift in the alignment, might be attitude
truth enough to stand upon
quiet still to shuffle past
in the stars the space between is dark
hide the wait the wonder until time
smooth the thoughts to slip beneath the door
open locks and turn the missing keys

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

29 august

here the look feels and the sky clouds...
a path to the sun the moon the grocery store...
find the ingredients for more

Monday, August 28, 2017

28 august

take notes with hope and pull the rest together
dreams made of chickenscratch recipes
happenstance vocabulary and suddenturned corners
there's a warmth to combination
stories on this page are true, this one not exactly
there are more questions than definitions
missing links and strungtogether looks
we are the books we write ourselves
we are our only readers

Sunday, August 27, 2017

27 august

sunshine spread golden across toast
satisfying sound and melt
heat between the fingers
there is satisfaction in simplicity
fit together sky and clouds, moon and stars
nothing to answer, all still to know
solve the day with night
light the next with dream

Saturday, August 26, 2017

26 august

crossing over you realize
there are no lines but those we draw
an irrigation circle, a river
square blocks of roads unloading miles
winking pools and playing fields
crossing guards and border stops
check the points and choose the way
collapse maps to destinations
create new routes to grow truths
building a face for the space
replacing the chase with landing

25 august

just around the corner
and up a few flights
that also come down
in their own good time
at our own right place
there's space enough for sharing
fit to dare and time to spare
all around the mulberry bush
readygo take one and two

Thursday, August 24, 2017

24 august

happiness in multiple scenes
and be seen in hearing
close enough and closer --
there is time

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

23 august

and if i am staring into space you know
what's before the contraction and besides
i don't need to explain more
colder but not too cold for warmth
shiver into a cottonball igloo
build fire of fingers and light somethingmore
step forward into yes
not the fresh blunder of blinkeyed wonder
but clear and calm and thankful
open and hoping for our peace

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

22 august

a good idea grown in unlikelihood
could should would stood in the way but hey! a door
scoring hire than fireworks
tumbledown happiness simple as a look
book under the pillow and pleasure up above
surprise on the horizon but no pies in the face
chasing angles we can't measure
treasure the leisure and table the saw
no cats here or mice but the sun slow set

Monday, August 21, 2017

21 august

the best of ever and the worst of never
rarely so simply sorted if the dog has the day
taking the cake and blaming mistakes
numbed by the crumbs found instead
overhead and undercoveres
the rubber road hit and the faded news clips
i'll edit the show we play out loud
under the table i'm thinking faster
hold the hand that halts the heart
quiet the breath and shatter the mind
scatter sense off to the side

Sunday, August 20, 2017

20 august

turn a corner -- warmer than it used to be
the please that thanks the welcome --
we mind our manners and stammer out plans
these are the somethings we don't understand
how do all the minutes pass
where does the air go when it's taken
lungs empty and clock expired
tured and tried a simplified approach --
coach up the players and stay in the game
frame the right angles and protract the rest
testing and passing and caching good for later
hold close the most the best the dream

Saturday, August 19, 2017

19 august

beside the pillow the pages wait for overspill
no overkill too tender to top the lines in prose or rhymes
these are the transcripts of eclipses and also ellipses
the days of miracles and wonderful
pull night over eyes and disguise hope with story
the glory of disorganized hope
the scope of uncertain opportunity
the truth we see in yes and also please
ideas to specs and next --
we build the dreams we choose

Friday, August 18, 2017

18 august

in the quietest spin the record tumbles low
growing softer in the rafters and drafting the fresh
press into the hand beside a faith you give away
play out loud the surprises you dream of
the love that turns its own head
instead of hope let us potato
the way to depart to hearten to grow
go a different way when the sun turns down
rolling over toward comfort
warmth and hope and peace

Thursday, August 17, 2017

17 august

can't help but shelve myself -- the end of it
et out the way and adore the slam
scramble to handle the eggs with legs of butter
another bite of dust and trust rusts away
play it safer and read the paper
no one's listening anyway
play the cards and stack the deckchairs
tonight the beach turns storm

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

16 august

and it's true i could swallow the ocean and still be thirsty
i say
and you note i would be sick because it's salt
i sea i say
sea what you did there you say
special delivery i say
and then you don't say anything for a while
and i get really really thirsty

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

15 august

up comes the down and it's a town to the left of right
bright thoughts dimly drifting to haze
remember when we used to
remember all the ever else
and there was never any used to
and there was never any else
and yet and yet and yet
the fade waylaid could wander right
the set aside found once again
but dream instead to see
wish of wonder, bright returning
wish of wanting, knowing what

Monday, August 14, 2017

14 august

make the most of the toast of the scene
mean business without meaning mean
lean into the opportunity without pressing too hard
the cards are stacked and considering collapse
no structure to reduce to --
the pieces of the pie we're used to
asking for another helping when i see leftovers
spinning rewind that the end times might not be
you've got me guessing but i'm catching on
long drawn out doubts unsteady in the heading
but the night is brighter than the last gone by
the dreams flow easier and the road stretches ahead

Sunday, August 13, 2017

13 august

swallowing too much hope gives me the jitters
forgive us our nonsenses but also send more
spend more time in the right mind and think clearer thoughts
ought not dwell where there's no place to stand
canned replies and a side of fries will never be the choice
broken views and distance closing shake the shadows up
wind and rain and sun and night -- a mixing sloshing cup

Saturday, August 12, 2017

12 august

which when am i really awake and
who's in charge of being in charge?
there are angles we've contracted to be protracted
but we're collapsing the gaps in between
to screen the results and filter the talk
that falls out whenever we hope
there's a trope there but we won't compare cards
harder than a cannon ball but less likely to sting
there's a thing i ought to mention before
the score gets higher than expected too fast
i gasp at the incline and soon enough it's flipped
clip your own wings if you have to but
i'll make my own way home

Friday, August 11, 2017

11 august

play your part even if you have no comb
roam free as long as in bounds
resounding success by not listening too closely
mostly a series of stages, rearranges
a piece of the whole for a part of the roll
unbuttered but ready and steady on through
stamp the pages and press the index
the middle the exasperation the repetition
and yet arrival as survival turns to next

Thursday, August 10, 2017

10 august

ongoing day unending
not to flag or fail underwing or over prayer
staring into time and zoning inoutthrough
truth in any other language
rose by any other sweet heartens the teeth
hardens the smile to trial by scene
mean well and do better
creating a kinder self of local ingredients
the wealth we build of nots and gots
saving up for else

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

9 august

holding my breath and also my tongue
i will be unstrung by my own misgivings
forgiving not our tippytoes
growing higher on hope -- a rope to pull us up
swing freer and forest treer
there are woods we cannot cross
paths that lead to no one knows
at the end of the face spiting the nose
crowing with delight and scaring off the rest

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

8 august

some pieces are harder to pack
even when the laundry is dry and done
the presents are purchased and packaged
the documents signed and stamped
the shots shot and the meds RXed
there are these jagged pieces still
unclear how they will fit in
rough around the edges is one way to see
but unbelonging might be nearer true

Monday, August 7, 2017

7 august

universal dispersal of knowhow but oh how it flies
by night and kites its tail off by the donkey
bonking its head when the monkey in the bed says roll
over the river and through the hoodlums gone numb
wondering and wandering while pondering what i'm
laundering money or otherwise the simple surprise
highly disguised and categorized as non
the songs unsung and the breath unlunged
free radicals notwithstanding because they wouldn't
couldn't have a harder row to hoedown
couldn't catch a tiger and its tail

Sunday, August 6, 2017

6 august

there's a mixup at the market
the bears are in the bulls and the cart's upturned
all the stock is chock full of check marks
hearkening back to tickertape days
the pneumatic tubes used at banks for lollipops
the doubt that drops and the index that climbs
aligning our pockets with turned-over leaves
seizing the days we're confused
unused to the attention and the care already given
we've driven this far and the car still starts
nowhere to go but it's time to depart

Saturday, August 5, 2017

5 august

outside of which i have slipped into the space between
the lines and drawn and crossed and quartered
nickled and dimed out of the play by play
another way to be, to seem
stream in the freezer and rain inside
mismatch collapse and underground slides
hiding out for a different slant to angle
tangled in unlikelihood i should rest my case
replace the rest with resting peace

Friday, August 4, 2017

4 august

because there is no reason to pass it on
the strands that stretch and tug and pull
no escaping science as the tangle turns to knot
better to fade to memory and out
let go of holding on as long as medicine
as far as growth there is no need
future balance a challenge with or without doubt
there will be more of others who want more
squeezing all the air out of the vision
seen by those no longer looking up
the close the turn the dark te clear
no need to drag it out and on and through
a door that closes means there's quiet now

Thursday, August 3, 2017

3 august

if there was another way to go
i may have missed it
but at least i put away the dishes
too thick the walls i build myself
so clear the divides i step behind
from the other side, the other view
an all-way-no-way mirror that's really just glass
no anger at the stars
no mooning over the night
but the day is too bright when the sky is full clear
from here you can see to nowhere
on a clear day -- wonder why

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

2 august

instead of an apology
no way to see through to the useful
please thank the welcome on your exit
polite into night and play to pay by day
there is no way out of the muddle
catch the accidental puddle in both hands
tie the strands to the next spare deal
feel the way through the jungle
cannot see the trees but the forest
greens the scene and darks the path
math enough to know we all are going home alone

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

1 august

trust rusts like no other belt
felt like there was another way but
there was no other way
stay out of shape and out of mind
bird your hands and count the chickens
rosebuds make more of time than blind men bluff
only fools rush into gold and hold their breath
touch tough luck and soften
toffee apples and candy corn
raise the night before the storm
there is no crow to pick out the morning
doves that dove straight through to gravy
say their prayers before they hatch