I give a different answer each time,
tell about how the horizon
creeps in on what used to be
the open-wide mouth of sky.
About the way time accelerates,
and clouds race, trailing
long hair into dusk.
I explain how years stretch
soft and sag like old jeans,
whole episodes lost in the pockets.
How the other day I found
a crab claw on the beach,
fresh enough ripped from the body
that the blues and tomato reds
were still alive and bright,
and I walked along tide's edge with it,
holding hands with death.
First published in The Poetry Society of South Carolina's 2009 Yearbook
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sisyphus Back Teaching Middle School Art
Gray clouds flap restless over the dome.
Dawn seeps in through long, thin rents,
swipe of cat's claw. Look how
I am walking on wind, stepping invisible
stairs, ones furure generations will build.
The miles I travel, I tread with my voice,
each step a word hurled into storm gales,
battered phrases blown back in my face.
steep uphill climbing, especially
with this bundle of snarling youth. They poke
and nip each other in the dim light inside the bag.
Rail bitterly about each other's farts and elbows.
I am, most ridiculously, hauling them
up this slope, foolishly imagining
the view from the top will dazzle them.
Gray clouds flap restless over the dome.
Dawn seeps in through long, thin rents,
swipe of cat's claw. Look how
I am walking on wind, stepping invisible
stairs, ones furure generations will build.
The miles I travel, I tread with my voice,
each step a word hurled into storm gales,
battered phrases blown back in my face.
steep uphill climbing, especially
with this bundle of snarling youth. They poke
and nip each other in the dim light inside the bag.
Rail bitterly about each other's farts and elbows.
I am, most ridiculously, hauling them
up this slope, foolishly imagining
the view from the top will dazzle them.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Dozing on the floor of Dulles, CNN
& muzak inroading dreams, plus
flourescents & graveyard cleaning staff.
Close eyes tight & fish earplugs
out of jam-packed carry-ons,
diffuse sound to something far.
Charleston airport closed, fly off
to barren sheep-shorn hills, ago
two centuries, where, beside a loch,
pipes drone in sweet dissonance to
a plaintive voice weaving harmonies
with breezes, hot flashes & AC chill.
& muzak inroading dreams, plus
flourescents & graveyard cleaning staff.
Close eyes tight & fish earplugs
out of jam-packed carry-ons,
diffuse sound to something far.
Charleston airport closed, fly off
to barren sheep-shorn hills, ago
two centuries, where, beside a loch,
pipes drone in sweet dissonance to
a plaintive voice weaving harmonies
with breezes, hot flashes & AC chill.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Arrives the Heat
Exhaling humid breath
spongy monster
fleas and mosquitoes hovering its skin
lightning will arrive like a new idea
rain-cleanse the moment
a jellyfish turning itself inside out
salt streaming like stars
through galaxies
spongy monster
fleas and mosquitoes hovering its skin
lightning will arrive like a new idea
rain-cleanse the moment
a jellyfish turning itself inside out
salt streaming like stars
through galaxies
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Bloggy kind of afternoon
Well, this is new. Links and followers, I sense this could get tangled, worse than kitten yarn, but exciting too.
This Hollow Stem Morning
The man showed me the other day how the butterly bush stem is a hollow reed when pruned close to the ground.
Last night went on into the small hours, and I feel much like that hollow stem.
Last night went on into the small hours, and I feel much like that hollow stem.
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