31 March 2007
In the day's cathedral,
Spring's sermon on birth
And the stained glass windowed wings of insects
Stay with no philosophy.
Ethical consultants, strutting
Geese, lawn the analysis.
The almighty praxis
In this symbology of wood
Is stamped from without,
And the priestly red epaulets
Of blackbirds wooded and stained
Flash heedlessly in the signless sun.
29 March 2007
26 March 2007
25 March 2007
21 March 2007
To coin a pattern by nature engraved
Is best learned's art--
Understanding and nodding by's fellows.
Then explication by some on bended knee,
(Or grave disagreement from the shadows)--
And worship from would-believers
Who make a fetish of a phrase to dun those seen below,
Who post-lounge in the coiner's sun.
17 March 2007
The road taken that day,
A blind alley, was a consummation of the eye:
To see so clearly needed
A weeding of necessity.
Causality's illusions, field lilies, etc.
A raven too called out, a silhouette sound.
Fellow traveler. I, for one, had to sweep the snow,
Had to, before the onset, or the issue, of the illness.
Seeing necessity. A raven in a tree.
13 March 2007
11 March 2007
We took a walk in the park today
Where the air trembled with nothingness,
And a squirrel held his tale like a boa--
Nothing, to him.
Or was it being? With a fonted sky
Toiled over with words convexed, concaved:
The bulging topology of clouds,
Wisped, perhaps, by prickly italics.
At any rate, our thoughts seemed as fellows,
And no vapor arose about us.
09 March 2007
The encompassing shallow-hearted deity
That was, is not--
Nor space nor time
But the particulate word
Enchanting: the sea of suns
The primer's eluctable equations, monks' cribs,
Are now stranged, flavored, and spun
To the depth and breadth of the matter--
And the maker's extremity, finger extended,
Is uncurtained as a clockwork chaos.