if you have no expectations
they will surely be exceeded
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
winter bedtime
in the cold house
I laid my cold body down
topped it with an electric blanket
and learned
what a hot fudge sundae feels like
I laid my cold body down
topped it with an electric blanket
and learned
what a hot fudge sundae feels like
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
speaking of animals...
--pet-love
leaps through the air
warm, purring fur-ball into my arms
silky and filled out with winter fur
her paw and its thorn sticking out
on the keyboard leaving
a trail of 7's
*
start of the morning
in your robe, pork chop in hand
luring a recalcitrant hen
not so crazy
as to talk to chickens
the hen and I,
engaging in duets
omnivorous and ravenous
the hen, when laying
Schnabelschweinchen (beak-pig)
*
distinguished from animals
by scheduling ourselves more tightly
(animals take themselves more lightly)
*
--Subtle
I answered the cat that blinked her round eyes at me
Crimped ear was her answer
*
the cat comes in from the snow
and balances on my knee with her cold buttons
*
she followed me to the corner
and sat down, ears erect
black and white statue under the oak trees
until I walked out of sight
*
Cat on the fence, bird caught on her thorn by a wing
Malevolent little spirit
Anger lives in her
What it takes to bring a fast bird down
*
I imagine one small cat could eventually
Fill a whole house with hair
*
the cat admires back
eyes half closed with love
asleep on your warm bed
plunge your hands into her round rug
enunciates clearly at night
ow-whoa into every lonely room
flashing her green mirrors
*
the difference between us and the animals?
we are able to speak hypothetically
from a position occupied but not
believed in
*
neighborhood dog
peculiar high
bark of protest, wounded pride
when your dog calls, why do you not answer?
pity taints the springest morning
*
an only hen
top of the pecking order
expects me to fight for my position
It must be something good for you
administered with motherly intonations
a painful peck.
makes do with the company she has
alternately squats, pecks, and begs for cheese
the god of hens dictates closely
does not allow one to choose
heaven or hell
*
the hen, in flight on the ground,
steers through the gate with the rudder of her tail
*
My black cat travels, in part
Hair stuck to the Scotch tape
I used to mend a payment envelope
To Allstate in Dallas
That’s also how my tongue cells,
My saliva gets around
To the various corporations
That personal touch, soon to become obsolete
Bill Pay online
*
Dogs are young
And don’t know any better than to give in
*
Chickens--Observing their customs
Committee of three
If you can persuade two of them
The other automatically follows
Flatten the grass with extended toes
more of a sail that a tail
--Free flying chickens
Flying is the araucana’s joy
She cajoles the others
To fly onto the fence, chase jays
Who come for the sunflowers
We tied seed-side up
Right after I wrote this
I was forced to clip their wings
*
The cat
The way she’s laying on the chair
Four legs together
Like a bouquet
Crackling purrs
I hold her while she spit-cleans
Her face
A little food to sustain the cat
And a lot of opening and closing of doors
*
observing chicks—the expressions
on faces that come to a point
_____ says
Innocent lives that can be had for a buck
*
Chickens stretch their necks to peck
Spider-silk wrapped packages
*
The way the young chickens, gathering their skirts
Come running out of the greenhouse every morning
Leaping at each other with a challenge
Into the air, chest to chest, with raised beaks
And then resume pecking at a common clump of grass
You’d think that
That much aggression
We might be allowed
*
The cat’s asleep, at peace
Having found her food bowl
She has discharged her duty to the nation
*
--cat-in-arms
she liked to hook my robe with her claws
and lean back against my arm like a child,
exposing a neck of white plush
wiped herself down pre-nap on my desk
so she could go to sleep in the blue
plastic basket on the bills
*
fellow light, so briefly shining
removed the gaze from her eyes
took the verve
and left us with this stiffness
this stillness
erect ears, body still clad
in perfect
we laid her in the ground
I have been reexamining
my attitude towards the ground
(coverlet for seeds and civilizations)
leaps through the air
warm, purring fur-ball into my arms
silky and filled out with winter fur
her paw and its thorn sticking out
on the keyboard leaving
a trail of 7's
*
start of the morning
in your robe, pork chop in hand
luring a recalcitrant hen
not so crazy
as to talk to chickens
the hen and I,
engaging in duets
omnivorous and ravenous
the hen, when laying
Schnabelschweinchen (beak-pig)
*
distinguished from animals
by scheduling ourselves more tightly
(animals take themselves more lightly)
*
--Subtle
I answered the cat that blinked her round eyes at me
Crimped ear was her answer
*
the cat comes in from the snow
and balances on my knee with her cold buttons
*
she followed me to the corner
and sat down, ears erect
black and white statue under the oak trees
until I walked out of sight
*
Cat on the fence, bird caught on her thorn by a wing
Malevolent little spirit
Anger lives in her
What it takes to bring a fast bird down
*
I imagine one small cat could eventually
Fill a whole house with hair
*
the cat admires back
eyes half closed with love
asleep on your warm bed
plunge your hands into her round rug
enunciates clearly at night
ow-whoa into every lonely room
flashing her green mirrors
*
the difference between us and the animals?
we are able to speak hypothetically
from a position occupied but not
believed in
*
neighborhood dog
peculiar high
bark of protest, wounded pride
when your dog calls, why do you not answer?
pity taints the springest morning
*
an only hen
top of the pecking order
expects me to fight for my position
It must be something good for you
administered with motherly intonations
a painful peck.
makes do with the company she has
alternately squats, pecks, and begs for cheese
the god of hens dictates closely
does not allow one to choose
heaven or hell
*
the hen, in flight on the ground,
steers through the gate with the rudder of her tail
*
My black cat travels, in part
Hair stuck to the Scotch tape
I used to mend a payment envelope
To Allstate in Dallas
That’s also how my tongue cells,
My saliva gets around
To the various corporations
That personal touch, soon to become obsolete
Bill Pay online
*
Dogs are young
And don’t know any better than to give in
*
Chickens--Observing their customs
Committee of three
If you can persuade two of them
The other automatically follows
Flatten the grass with extended toes
more of a sail that a tail
--Free flying chickens
Flying is the araucana’s joy
She cajoles the others
To fly onto the fence, chase jays
Who come for the sunflowers
We tied seed-side up
Right after I wrote this
I was forced to clip their wings
*
The cat
The way she’s laying on the chair
Four legs together
Like a bouquet
Crackling purrs
I hold her while she spit-cleans
Her face
A little food to sustain the cat
And a lot of opening and closing of doors
*
observing chicks—the expressions
on faces that come to a point
_____ says
Innocent lives that can be had for a buck
*
Chickens stretch their necks to peck
Spider-silk wrapped packages
*
The way the young chickens, gathering their skirts
Come running out of the greenhouse every morning
Leaping at each other with a challenge
Into the air, chest to chest, with raised beaks
And then resume pecking at a common clump of grass
You’d think that
That much aggression
We might be allowed
*
The cat’s asleep, at peace
Having found her food bowl
She has discharged her duty to the nation
*
--cat-in-arms
she liked to hook my robe with her claws
and lean back against my arm like a child,
exposing a neck of white plush
wiped herself down pre-nap on my desk
so she could go to sleep in the blue
plastic basket on the bills
*
fellow light, so briefly shining
removed the gaze from her eyes
took the verve
and left us with this stiffness
this stillness
erect ears, body still clad
in perfect
we laid her in the ground
I have been reexamining
my attitude towards the ground
(coverlet for seeds and civilizations)
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
flood on South First
in a moment of exuberance
the river catches at a back yard
swings itself over the road
the river catches at a back yard
swings itself over the road
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
visits and visitations
The old, not so very dangerous
You do not have to have a plan
By itself, my body breaks into a smile
pooled in the hall--
(these things are not important)
(describing these lets them take on a false importance, do you see?)
greeted by the stink
of forgetfulness, unbound bodily urges
the breaths-upon-awakening
exhalations of spent stems
from flowers too long in vases
crazy laughter from the boy without a bladder
Theresa, on hearing herself groan
feels less alone
coiffures and nail polish, lipstick and earrings
on the propped-up old, waiting
feather-light in carriage wheel-chairs
for family to come and take them home
“Listen, dear, I don’t live far. Can’t you give me a ride?
I’ve been waiting here for such a long time.”
Earl, I love him
his face turns red
when I read to him
he cries
Leila, lovely in pale pink
and a little straw hat
back to pre-speech
variations in tone and timbre
a flute and a hum
innocence returned to her
Agnes
rising inflections on the way to a question, “oh are they...”
parts of statements left hanging, “yes, that’s a...”
an opinion stated, while smiling into a smiling face, “no ”
Wanda--Alzheimers
common, farmer stock
pale, lipless, cave of her mouth--
does battle for her perceptions
bursting right through her confusion
to make a statement, any statement
a definite conclusion drawn from an imagined occurrence--
“I got them to give me a beer”
there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with her
though it frightens them when she talks of things that never happened.
“I’m ok, I guess. Only I have to waste my time, come here and sit all day, you know, when I have small children at home, the youngest only, what is he, six by now I guess.”
no crying
around the lunch tables we tell jokes
short ones so
we still remember the beginning when we get to the punch line
Estelle, hooked to an oxygen tank
chortles into her coffee (she’s hoarding two green cups at once)
“I’d give anything for a highball”
(make that a 7-high, if you would)
Lou
motions an arthritic claw towards her plate
I pick up a fork and feed her
She thanks me, unaware
we’re saving each others lives
You do not have to have a plan
By itself, my body breaks into a smile
pooled in the hall--
(these things are not important)
(describing these lets them take on a false importance, do you see?)
greeted by the stink
of forgetfulness, unbound bodily urges
the breaths-upon-awakening
exhalations of spent stems
from flowers too long in vases
crazy laughter from the boy without a bladder
Theresa, on hearing herself groan
feels less alone
coiffures and nail polish, lipstick and earrings
on the propped-up old, waiting
feather-light in carriage wheel-chairs
for family to come and take them home
“Listen, dear, I don’t live far. Can’t you give me a ride?
I’ve been waiting here for such a long time.”
Earl, I love him
his face turns red
when I read to him
he cries
Leila, lovely in pale pink
and a little straw hat
back to pre-speech
variations in tone and timbre
a flute and a hum
innocence returned to her
Agnes
rising inflections on the way to a question, “oh are they...”
parts of statements left hanging, “yes, that’s a...”
an opinion stated, while smiling into a smiling face, “no ”
Wanda--Alzheimers
common, farmer stock
pale, lipless, cave of her mouth--
does battle for her perceptions
bursting right through her confusion
to make a statement, any statement
a definite conclusion drawn from an imagined occurrence--
“I got them to give me a beer”
there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with her
though it frightens them when she talks of things that never happened.
“I’m ok, I guess. Only I have to waste my time, come here and sit all day, you know, when I have small children at home, the youngest only, what is he, six by now I guess.”
no crying
around the lunch tables we tell jokes
short ones so
we still remember the beginning when we get to the punch line
Estelle, hooked to an oxygen tank
chortles into her coffee (she’s hoarding two green cups at once)
“I’d give anything for a highball”
(make that a 7-high, if you would)
Lou
motions an arthritic claw towards her plate
I pick up a fork and feed her
She thanks me, unaware
we’re saving each others lives
Sunday, June 28, 2009
from the viewpoint (vandalized, graffitied)
the fields laser-straightened,
machine-planted
the fruit trees equidistant
their shadows aligned
the subdivisions
are securely fenced
so the houses cannot escape, stray into
the surrounding fields
machine-planted
the fruit trees equidistant
their shadows aligned
the subdivisions
are securely fenced
so the houses cannot escape, stray into
the surrounding fields
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Worlds in Collision (Immanuel Velikovsky), etc
I wouldn’t push the truth too much
or regulate the child too precisely
bad science makes for good dreams
a great education
hope from a book that’s badly written
but too exciting to put down
in the cracks between
the inefficiencies and inattentiveness
of the imperfect teacher
flourish little lives
or regulate the child too precisely
bad science makes for good dreams
a great education
hope from a book that’s badly written
but too exciting to put down
in the cracks between
the inefficiencies and inattentiveness
of the imperfect teacher
flourish little lives
on the campground
I don't mind the children
It's the parents
giving in to anger, lies
revenge
when a quiet word would do
It's the parents
giving in to anger, lies
revenge
when a quiet word would do
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Two more dreams (it wasn’t real, but I did live it)
I said tomorrow is going to be my lazy day
but my dream knows better
comes at me with mops buckets...
Although it hasn’t rained in months
no matter how often I repair the roof
water continues to drip from the ceiling...
but my dream knows better
comes at me with mops buckets...
Although it hasn’t rained in months
no matter how often I repair the roof
water continues to drip from the ceiling...
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Art Project
every Sunday, the priest
climbs into his plane
secretly sprinkles
holy water from the windows
he wants to bless the city
climbs into his plane
secretly sprinkles
holy water from the windows
he wants to bless the city
Whiff of Cologne
(we could see the cathedral in the distance
but construction barred the way)
five remember the city not only for its fine cathedral
but the actions of one old man
who, seeing our out-of-town license plate, led us
past detours through construction zones
directly to the underground garage
stopped to point us to a parking stall
and drove on
but construction barred the way)
five remember the city not only for its fine cathedral
but the actions of one old man
who, seeing our out-of-town license plate, led us
past detours through construction zones
directly to the underground garage
stopped to point us to a parking stall
and drove on
Thursday, June 18, 2009
(before it becomes entrenched)
not yet sure of its position
everything the child touches, sways
the teacup with the tiniest flowers
lost its handle on the floor
they drank from broken teacups
everything the child touches, sways
the teacup with the tiniest flowers
lost its handle on the floor
they drank from broken teacups
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Ney Springs
no one needs to prune these trees, arrange these rocks
this is not a park
uncorrected lies the glade
(there is nothing to be done here and there is everything)
*
let the rocks be hot and the water glacier cold
the logs span the rock piles
dead sticks remain in the trees
let the bumblebees swing
back and forth like pendulums
unaffected by my breathing
let the birds be silent or insist
exposed roots hang, curtain-like
side pools reflect the shadows
fallen leaves float flat
let the water striders stop and start
over colorfast stones
on a clear ceiling
let the dark moss soften and envelop
stone wall and hillside
the spiders continue to wire the canyon, the sun
glide on their filaments
let the sulfur spring continue
to overflow its bucket-round concrete pool
let the plywood covering the larger pool
continue to warp and splinter
the concrete steps detach from the hillside
the fine, almost dainty debris
accumulate on the path
the rock, appearing
continue to work its way out of the ground
blue and white stippled, the color of old enameling
this is not a park
uncorrected lies the glade
(there is nothing to be done here and there is everything)
*
let the rocks be hot and the water glacier cold
the logs span the rock piles
dead sticks remain in the trees
let the bumblebees swing
back and forth like pendulums
unaffected by my breathing
let the birds be silent or insist
exposed roots hang, curtain-like
side pools reflect the shadows
fallen leaves float flat
let the water striders stop and start
over colorfast stones
on a clear ceiling
let the dark moss soften and envelop
stone wall and hillside
the spiders continue to wire the canyon, the sun
glide on their filaments
let the sulfur spring continue
to overflow its bucket-round concrete pool
let the plywood covering the larger pool
continue to warp and splinter
the concrete steps detach from the hillside
the fine, almost dainty debris
accumulate on the path
the rock, appearing
continue to work its way out of the ground
blue and white stippled, the color of old enameling
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
impress (1)
carved black marble
the light just so
bronze cherubs in the vaulting
floating between them
the Polish crown
I remember this place
or another exactly like it
another dark tomb
the light just so
bronze cherubs in the vaulting
floating between them
the Polish crown
I remember this place
or another exactly like it
another dark tomb
left-over mysteries (2)
a medieval street and
a funerary chapel
in a cathedral deep in Poland
twice I returned
in wonderment
what deep well
of memory
connects us?
a funerary chapel
in a cathedral deep in Poland
twice I returned
in wonderment
what deep well
of memory
connects us?
Monday, June 15, 2009
imaginary conversation after stopping at convenience stores, the length of California
Studying English?
Yes, I’m going to visit the States
Really? What part?
California
Oh, that won’t do you any good there...
Yes, I’m going to visit the States
Really? What part?
California
Oh, that won’t do you any good there...
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Belinda encaustic notes
memorable colors, textures
filling in the squares of an orderly life
partially or completely, or with overflow
out to the edges of the painting,
honey running down the sides
(a few are filled in half-way
to a rupture
cascades of wax solidifying over
a bottom-heavy canvas)
(some thick and gloppy, slowly clotting)
(others, liquid, faster, shoot out the top like a geyser)
filling in the squares of an orderly life
partially or completely, or with overflow
out to the edges of the painting,
honey running down the sides
(a few are filled in half-way
to a rupture
cascades of wax solidifying over
a bottom-heavy canvas)
(some thick and gloppy, slowly clotting)
(others, liquid, faster, shoot out the top like a geyser)
Saturday, June 13, 2009
at Box Canyon
the dam in massive silence
among the interactive trees
*
happening upon
a statue in the wilderness
begin to pray
to the best in both worlds
among the interactive trees
*
happening upon
a statue in the wilderness
begin to pray
to the best in both worlds
Friday, June 12, 2009
at Eileen's
beautiful the room
the carvings intricate
costly the chandeliers
no matter. Once you sit
down with the others, there you are
eyes pulled outside to the trees,
the hills, hoping for a distant raft of clouds
to hurry on this way, bring wind
the carvings intricate
costly the chandeliers
no matter. Once you sit
down with the others, there you are
eyes pulled outside to the trees,
the hills, hoping for a distant raft of clouds
to hurry on this way, bring wind
at Mary's
take off your shoes—
contact with the same ground
the teacher walks on
listen to no one’s poetry
who will not reveal their toes
contact with the same ground
the teacher walks on
listen to no one’s poetry
who will not reveal their toes
Thursday, June 11, 2009
she's getting old too
purpose-driven life?
not for this cat
asleep upside down among towhees and sparrows
pecking at seeds on the new seeded lawn
not for this cat
asleep upside down among towhees and sparrows
pecking at seeds on the new seeded lawn
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
teamwork
her poor dishonored body
she tries to think, plead, order it into place...
(the brain, in its capsule
aspiring to become commander
of the whole darn rocket)
(the body, with its own will and intelligence
regards the brain as an add-on
latecomer, would-be usurper)
...which finally responds, expands
into the true position
she tries to think, plead, order it into place...
(the brain, in its capsule
aspiring to become commander
of the whole darn rocket)
(the body, with its own will and intelligence
regards the brain as an add-on
latecomer, would-be usurper)
...which finally responds, expands
into the true position
Monday, June 8, 2009
it’s a long way through Nevada
simplify, simplify, says the landscape
mountains in their stony essence
blank valleys
repeat, repeat
driving through an endless
mid-day still life
mountains in their stony essence
blank valleys
repeat, repeat
driving through an endless
mid-day still life
Saturday, June 6, 2009
importance of words
the cat stares, round-eyed
when I look up, she heads towards the door
now that’s just plain English
the dog projects his wish
directly to my hand
that last little piece of meat
won’t you lean it down to me?
it does
when I look up, she heads towards the door
now that’s just plain English
the dog projects his wish
directly to my hand
that last little piece of meat
won’t you lean it down to me?
it does
the black man did it! (another false accusation in the news)
If there’s any crime to be done, I’ll do it
That way it will be easy to tell who’s responsible
That way it will be easy to tell who’s responsible
Friday, June 5, 2009
noisy news (from the neighborhood)
the mockingbird
and the jackhammer
in duet
police helicopter
clattering
in circles over the house
new neighbor
parenting
at the top of her lungs
Amtrak sultry-soft, two tone
reminds me
you can get out of here
and the jackhammer
in duet
police helicopter
clattering
in circles over the house
new neighbor
parenting
at the top of her lungs
Amtrak sultry-soft, two tone
reminds me
you can get out of here
Thursday, June 4, 2009
words about Anne
her paintings are modest, hold back
reveal themselves slowly, over time
as your eyes adjust to their tranquil light
in folds and niches she concealed them:
silks of countries changed forever
bits of wheat fields
laces of streams and, I happen to know,
a mountain, entire
the fabric of her life is woven
into grass and soil
beneath the placid horses
lazing or grazing in the surface sun
and did you notice
the Sandhill cranes just arriving
or have they just left
reveal themselves slowly, over time
as your eyes adjust to their tranquil light
in folds and niches she concealed them:
silks of countries changed forever
bits of wheat fields
laces of streams and, I happen to know,
a mountain, entire
the fabric of her life is woven
into grass and soil
beneath the placid horses
lazing or grazing in the surface sun
and did you notice
the Sandhill cranes just arriving
or have they just left
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
progressing through the age brackets
the controls loosened
sounds began to escape her lips
she learned the strength of her emotions
surprised at her surprise
sounds began to escape her lips
she learned the strength of her emotions
surprised at her surprise
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