Tuesday, October 31, 2017

31 october

in conclusion there was no knocking
to answer and the pipes didn't burst --
didn't worsen the ceiling or the feeling
that boughs will break -- no mistake
on those fronts but the air shunts
from one side to the other and the
next balloon rises air hot

Monday, October 30, 2017

30 october

when we split the difference it becomes
subtraction becomes distraction in a
different case and i can't replace
the remainders but the rejoinders
linger on so i tune down the blinds
and spread the rest out to dry while
eyes close and indisposed alarm
clocks switch themselves right off --

Sunday, October 29, 2017

29 october

driving like rain like tomorrow like metaphors
in search of the literal -- there is a rush to
get ahead but nowhere to go and the alarms
that go off have no effect except to wring
the nerves and pin the tail while all the
boughs break and the cradles cat where it's
at but the tables keep turning and nobody's
earning much interest these days anyway

Saturday, October 28, 2017

28 october

Isolated syndicates, we thrive in parallel motion to swoop in and scope out escape routes and rainbow trout or underground snouts where all the little piggies search -- underwired and overlurched forward to the forewarned firestorm we cannot resist becoming -- humming along and also beside, we ride the tracks until they fail then turn the circuits into alternating directness -- the collectivist culture we thought we'd left calls collect and wrecks our plans again -- the solo scam we thought we'd pull flows overfull to the undertow and we sow barley instead and the pearl millet's read from the wrong recipe while we see the time coming and hear the strings strumming but still miss the feel of how reality will taste and the end of the course -- if there is such a leaning in the direction we're heading, although nobody who's seen the map has passed the message on --

Friday, October 27, 2017

27 october

i had more to say before but now i trim
the lines to fit the times and wind the clock
to narrow tracks that keep the pace and
beat the drum while we go merrily
along -- strong enough to stick together
but small enough to ask the weather --
what kind of peas did you have and
can we have another -- breathing deeper
filling upper as the sun considers all
the way it has to go and somehow still delivers

Thursday, October 26, 2017

26 october

we surprise ourselves -- let us toast
our healths golden brown and
with butter but keeping out of
jam and turning instead to
honey -- running out of the
hive and thriving elsewhere in
the sweet sun of flower time
and auxiliary rhymes that serve
to deserve each other

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

25 october

it's a lot to adjust to but i see
through and around and mostly above
or under and a few more prepositions
we practiced in some grade in some
school with a ball standing in
as ourselves as the teacher waved
us above the table and under the
chair but never quite through
anything in a sufficiently convincing way

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

24 october

in the meantime i will make a sandwich
think of something other of measuring
the spread and the slice
packaging arrangements for maximum effect
texture and flavor and sticktoitiveness
there are colors we can only see with our eyes closed
i am turning out the light to take a bite
call me when i have a line

Monday, October 23, 2017

23 october

crack it open as the yolk runs out
if the sun shines doubt around the
trees we'll breeze through the
archive and try another round -- no
light or look of sound but let the
air lift fresher songs to silence
as the rules of lost compliance
run the numbers as they rise

Sunday, October 22, 2017

22 october

somewhere in the space between the miles
that seem to stretch at times
twist into rhymes and skipalong faster
in their own sweet meter -- a feeder
pattern of expressions and lessons and
carols that werewolves and watermelons
can't scare away because who's got
wild horses for that mix with their
antics unseemly and heads in the
oats -- boat's sailed on that metaphor
and the storage unit's full so let's
pull our weight and let the gravity

Saturday, October 21, 2017

21 october

charting a map that seems sure
to collapse upon itself with moments
and figments -- the ink that's not yet
dry and the sky that can't help
smiling -- styling the lines in a fine
woven patterns to scatter the latter
and draw close what matters which
if you must know is a short list
i can't miss out on and the doubts
spun clear away and the sun will take
turns but this shine will earn
interest and bliss and we'll invest
in more and more of the same
bright idea --

Friday, October 20, 2017

20 october

although it is often considered it is
rarely mentioned in its raw and
real form, seen by most at most
times as an artificial contaminant
of sanity or a sickysweet product
billed for commercial appeal and
record sales although more records
are broken than sold these days if
you know what i mean and
you do and it's true it's a slippysweet
slope here but i don't mind if we do

Thursday, October 19, 2017

19 october

a few thoughts along these lines and i think
you'll find the path ahead is clear and
made of dirt but we can mine it
and find bits of other ideas not quite
as golden as you might have hoped
but there's soap in the parlor and
they will all stay for tea so their
answers must spark pleasantries
and we'll all pay for more

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

18 october

there is positive feedback that counteracts
the indicators but the flavors of the
input suggest that testing the outrage
of the catalog could go south inasmuch
as we've taken the temperatore
before the hatch and catching the
vegetables ahead of schedule -- we
take off mining into the blanks and
fill our pockets with unexpect so
there will be enough for supper
and the door will close behind

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

17 october

was thinking i would see a different view
from this angle and there is still moon
still swooning hours and toppledown minutes
all the king's egg custard tarts it up
letting all the stocking feet run wild

Monday, October 16, 2017

16 october

space opens up and the sky makes room
wait for the water for the earth for the air
act mystical as the mystery ravels into knots
what we've got is a lot more than not

Sunday, October 15, 2017

15 october

a change in the weather and it is easier to let go
space without the chase and breath without holding
we are old enough to know better and to build best
less no more but doubling up from here

Saturday, October 14, 2017

14 october

when i look back on this day and i know i will
i will think of mozart
although he wasn't there to tell you the truth
and you deserve the truth i mean yeah
but there's a better way to say it
code within handshake and letterpress
light up my life as you do
i will feel it when i remember
not the requiem but the rest we dream
thankful yes for mozart too

Friday, October 13, 2017

13 october

and sometimes it is better to keep your head down
even if you wonder after the view the news the night
and how you deal with the ingredients depends
defending your own stance or chancing to change
rearrange me and i will try again
the scrambled plan that stands on egg shells
unwell but trying to fly
breathing through wool and blinking against rain

Thursday, October 12, 2017

12 october

clover lucky leaves behind the twined
digits and addition in it -- keep the
rest and leave us here alone and still together

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

11 october

even though it was dark out again
it was good to remember to breathe
in the rain and out the way and gone
owe nothing to no one to self too selfish
the shelf holds nothing touching sky
why and not caught in circling
working backward to forewarn the agenda
wonder as the moon comes up
turning as the stars shake out

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

10 october

sleep through to the other side
when we can't abide the looking glass
or other fancy stuff
the magic dragons notwithstanding
crammed in to the treasure chest
breathe out and in, rewind
let the chips fall, crunch away
catch what's next to come

Monday, October 9, 2017

9 october

morning starts sooner than i seem to recall
but seams and all it's stitched up tight
night enough to smile at and full enough to feed the cat
where there are wonders there are winners
and grape juice pressed for dinner
because there's no time to wait for wine
and i like this face better

Sunday, October 8, 2017

8 october

it was around that time i realized
this was the time to realize
not a hypothetical plan to plan to plan
lifeliving and forgiving of stumble
the jungle parting and a river up ahead
not an easy breeze but cool and sweet
fresher than the rewinds of endtimes on repeat
worth waking up for and more of
that sort of thing as some people might say

Saturday, October 7, 2017

7 october

for the adventure or at least the pictures
blur in a memory of low light and filters
lean in to synthesis of remission and
grandstands and vast lands of light
brignt enough to sing through
far ahead of forgetting
the swag we drag, the goods we bag
brand the name and catch as they come

Friday, October 6, 2017

6 october

the league of unprecedented development
extraordinary gentlemen et al
wearing turbans and sponsoring turbines
the alternative energy of facts
collapsing knowledge on its heels
revealing the ingrdients for reality
hypertrue and underused
these are all the steps we take
one and two and thanks --

Thursday, October 5, 2017

5 october

barely enough space to chase but we race
up the hill and far away to clouds
no judgement but the bus meant for two
makes no more stops until we top the ridge
the viewfinder bridging gaps between the slides
slipping sideways through the waterfalls
cat calls and neverminds set aside
call instead to focus red hearts and easy eyes
surprise on respect to defeat the rest
besting all the others and wondering into joy

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

4 october

before and after because the space
as if prepositions were insufficient to express
under and over and through it all
the waiting unknowing and stretching to fill
empty the pockets to fill with hands
so many jellybeans, toothywide smile
sugar in a telescope -- sing a song of bees
when the ribbon catches air
we'll bow and tie the bow

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

3 october

higher than the abstract
before the words can counteract
the feeling reeling before the stage is set
well met and found before lost
caught before tossed and held up close
the most beautiful view is true enough
no bluffs to stumble over no warning signs
the design of the times and the land beyond
we're gone on to the next --

Monday, October 2, 2017

2 october

because i don't know better i destroy
the sweater that was sweeter in the morning
dawning brighter but the clouds come again
out of nowhere and by special invitation
there is something of a magnet in the clear
as if blue skies can't be open for too long
and if no storm comes i make one of my own
rubbing together rocks and words
sticks and stumbles sparking darkness
apologies on some other breeze
already drifting near

Sunday, October 1, 2017

1 october

there is always something to be done
and yet unstrung we hum along
merrily the breeze and also the bees
a chorus of florists murmuring backstage
raging like the roof and raising a bull
full of more suggestions than sticks to dhake
take the cake and slice it up
see you at the fair ladies
take the key and turn it right
come to my house and close the night
all well maybes