Saturday, September 30, 2017

30 september

although i meant to do it sooner
there were other orders competing
from the working from the teaching from the learning
and in the middle of it all
which is to say on the top of the pile
there is the living which
if you are asking for the real truth
i am looking into more and more

Friday, September 29, 2017

29 september

there are steps suggested in the handbook
and also I lost my handbook
if I ever had a handbook
though I would rather have a hand and book
or maybe I would rather have a handbook now I think
one line later and seconds full smarter
I could read ahead and get ahead and win
the title that the book must have
to land on the bestsellers list
and if I find there is no book
I could write it myself although
the need I had for searching
might slow up the writing down

Thursday, September 28, 2017

28 september

with gentle arms deflated
which of course should be askew akimbo awry
but instead simply propped
the houseplant of uncertain shape
has been knocked from its geometry of oddity
down to the ground which is also the carpet
because sometimes the wind blows
and open windows happen
but all i can do now is apologize
picking limbs up in my arms
say something that will comfort us both
searching for the words in spilled dirt
too late to vacuum -- the neighbors --
and nowhere else to go but here
in the morning a clearer view
sun and hope and brighter day to grow --

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

27 september

quattrocento manifesto

and if i sleep in i will miss the
dreams that only show at day
all the newfangled symbolism
the honkytonk philosophy
raggedy and handpicked
fresh from the clouds
made for shade and lemonade
and this is how the angles dangle
dressed in leotards and happenstance
stretched to sideways limits
ready to set sail

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

26 september

and bending not to break we reach to build
no towers but bridges, no road but gone
the space we fill with wonder
echoes of another time will fade
there is no other way to see the scene
well set well met well deep enough to dive

Monday, September 25, 2017

25 september

as if it were possible to see any other way
the play between exes and ohs
chosen at arbitrary times and spaces
the chase is not always to the fastest
the last is the aim but the steady isn't slow

Sunday, September 24, 2017

24 september

melting from never into now when the
pounding on thin ice breaks through and the
only thing to do is cool it down and
sound it off in a direction i'll ention
here as last as it's due but nobody cues and
the feeling that goes out to the one i adore
is more than i can bear so sharing is
the natural turn to take

Saturday, September 23, 2017

23 september

words absurd and otherwise that slide between the lines of meaning seeming slippier than intended and bending unbroken with tokens of sense paid forward or passed on like a toll for whole chunks of thought crossing the gaps and collapsing the understanding by landing with one eye open and a hand on your heart -- part and parcel of the real estate we blame for the claims of limitation and the nation ununited that's slighted by each hesitation and variation on a theme of insecurity -- the cure for free and easy happiness adapting bliss to confusion and building illusions of connection even as the directions become simpler and smiles grow more dimpler while the sun keeps doing and the tea keeps brewing and everything does its own again again

Friday, September 22, 2017

22 september

the choice of calm and cool and rest and
taking a different step in another direction
to stir what is still and spill what is full
too much to ask in giving away
answer riddles as if a recipe for understanding
landing on pages and turning away
there is feeling and there is being notquite
and when the balance tips its hand to withdraw
the deposits in closets and deep within pockets
emptying and the wind blows cold
closing eyes instead for a better view
there is nothing broken but the light

Thursday, September 21, 2017

21 september

and even though i knew i would later wonder why
as if every scene foreseen can be unseen
and say what you will about eyes but spy what you've got
lot and plenty steps to go
heavy load and story building
nothing that i might have said
to keep the corn from rising high

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

20 september

full on tired as if conspired with
tomorrow like the sorrow of movement
without value of progress could
depress the steps in the ground
that travel round the earth while
the worth of every balance is held
accountable to the treasury of
knowledge and the call fledgling out
the new words still unheard of but
the true love of tongue ticks taste from
the air at the curve of a word we let slip to pass on

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

19 september

and if you asked i would return the same
shame wrapped in excuses and unsure
babble of a thousand wonderwhys
no surprise but the certainty of insecurity
drop the top of the hats to bottom, bang down
faster than the pressure of blood unhosed
the cringe to catch the echo
let's go somewhere else isntead
pass without this exit
take a different turn or straight on through
there are no bags but they are heavy

Monday, September 18, 2017

18 september

worn out i am remade undone rezoned
the stitches strung together hung out wet
not a dry eye in the sky and the cows come home
counting chickens and begging questions
no sense of upside or wrong
the dawn is the night -- better not to be left
and the dish runs away on my arm

Sunday, September 17, 2017

17 september

keeping my head up i am lying down honestly
nothing but strangers here in this forest of chickens
lick the stamp before you send it out to happy endings
land the boat that floats ashore and anchor in the deep
weep no more but close the day and try again tomorrow
still tomatoes still the wind when suntime comes once more

Saturday, September 16, 2017

16 september

up again the down and we will turn the rest away
chase memory up the stars its hat
the fields we farm and smiles we charm
live in the house yourself built
only the right numbered rooms -- no more
barely a ceiling but maybe a floor
foundation to grow from
sun to be shaded from
connecting the dots to adopt a new path
no laugh to track but relief to collapse
safe in the yes paired with please

Friday, September 15, 2017

15 september

and if it gets too close push back
flail arms wide to wail the water
legs spring hard from the wall
drown to swim to sink to fly
sky that falls and wet that blows
cannot hold too tight to space
cannot fill the space with weight
meant to do better some time instead
clear away apology and slate a cleaner bill
pay the same costs over still and again
chart the trend that meets the end
running toward away

Thursday, September 14, 2017

14 september

filled the forms and chucked the norms
and now there's nothing left
a bank of blanks for giving thanks
the space we leave between
screening the options for mightbe adoption
the wonder of wonderwhy when
sifting through the vocabulary
find all the mightbe right words

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

13 september

and from the notice came a box
out of which grew a smell
fresher than cardboard or even styrofoam
not the biofriendly kind --
won't melt on your tongue
in case you thought to try --
an the air opened wider
split with evergreen taste
blue ceramic hypothetical foundation
color of a dream of crayon
sky melted to a pool to feed
and still we wait and listen
growing to know one another --

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

12 september

breathe better sleep sooner wake farther away
fresh is the air stirred backward
dark is the shadow spilled over
hung the sun out to dry and we melted
gathered the colors before they ran
corralling the reefs and and sweeping the plains
turn all the overwhelm under
take what you want from the plate

Monday, September 11, 2017

11 september

grateful i'd say but also reluctant
seems like not enough to do to deserve
feels like the slipping away s hazyclose
but push and it will be gone
cry out and it is broken
feel the idea of joy even if it is not full
waning and waxing like leftover crayons
tired of scribbling and ready for lines
connections from here straight to thereabouts

Sunday, September 10, 2017

10 september

the feeling of stepping into of sinking of recognition
sticky tacky gooey ooze of inescape
a trap someone has set or a mirror
and no door no keyhole no unlock
no step out into light and fresh and free
on the diagram the logic is clear
the dance steps labeled one and two
but crazy waltz in uneven time plays on
skipping ahead of the beat without time

Saturday, September 9, 2017

9 september

breathing in warm light to spin a ball
of golden yarn in my heart or as my
heart and spinning it burns and
warms -- lion breath and warm
glow life force energy -- pressed against
breastbone and anyway shining --
breathe in strength to flare the light
fantastic in classic sun imagery and
feeling which is the expansion of
the universe spun by breath in love

Friday, September 8, 2017

8 september

and in the other direction
nothing to do but close eyes
count the shingles on the roof of the sky
untangle the grass from itself
measure the sea in tablespoons
pour over the mountains until they flow, too
there are stars that wait their turn
there is no time for us to keep

Thursday, September 7, 2017

7 september

whenever the weather opens we will be there
charting the stars and the angles unfolding
adding the degrees we see totality
the space that chases blank

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

6 september

ever after the craft remade itself
the look multiplied by angles into light
from then to whenever else to follow
from there to anywhere ahead
no borders limits complications
afloat above ahead beyond
running but no race
follow but no chase
rhyming rhythm and a pocket full of gold
hand holding step taking --
a brighter way to go --

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

5 september

sometimes as the moon opens stars fall out
overfull and underfed -- plenty to unwind
there are stories in the spaces between
facing and falling through sky into cloud
no race and no end and no start
lean into permission to fly
no lessons no fear and no fail
day slips through lids lingered low

Monday, September 4, 2017

4 september

to return to the downright and unlocked position
or left down if that's more right
but either way the opposite still
which is not in motion
in the literal sense
although the sensibility is heading skyward
uplifting and then drifting nicely
or gliding might be more clear
although sometimes there are clouds
allowed in these circles, of course
nobody needs a straight line drawn
to know where to go next

Sunday, September 3, 2017

3 september

whenever the time comes the rhyme strums
the right words into tune with the slant
can't recant the sentiment and who can say
trays of offerings and rare cometogether
sweatered and warmed and calmwithoutstormed
a case full of irreplaceable
carry on as you go
know there is more still to come

Friday, September 1, 2017

1 september

a stop along the way but sway into focus
rope us into the moment and pull tight
delight overwhelm and no course charted
heart of the matter and state of the game
of the union, new mathematics
in the light, shapehift directions
i am heading you are heading
turn the corner both together