30 August 2015
29 August 2015
28 August 2015
2575
2575
Upon a walk about the street,
About the complex borders
Of the bricks and flowers
I came upon a sky with moon,
And the moon was in the park.
And the moon was where it was,
In the park and in the sky
And placed me in my walk to myself,
From the center far offset,
Yet center somewhere else.
27 August 2015
26 August 2015
24 August 2015
23 August 2015
22 August 2015
21 August 2015
20 August 2015
2568
2568
I heard the stars sound when they passed,
It was like that time in LA
Lounging damp in the sun,
Damp and etherized
By the sun and the gin
And the world's voice was a murmur
In my pool-damp ears
And I watched the cars pass on the highway,
On the highway pass and pass
In a sort of silence.
19 August 2015
18 August 2015
17 August 2015
16 August 2015
798 redux
798
I saw a bird fly in the night,
It seemed that she could see
The nature of a path that was
Invisible to me.
Her wings wrought finest gossamer
In the space between dark and light,
Where my eye was overcome
By the blankness of its sight.
Vermilion was created twice,
The second at her cost,
A hue that she encompassed
For all her love that's lost.
I saw a bird fly in the night,
It seemed that she could see
The nature of a path that was
Invisible to me.
Her wings wrought finest gossamer
In the space between dark and light,
Where my eye was overcome
By the blankness of its sight.
Vermilion was created twice,
The second at her cost,
A hue that she encompassed
For all her love that's lost.
15 August 2015
13 August 2015
08 August 2015
2561
2561
Be something prevalent
Of your inner presence
When friend or acquaintance call,
Or stranger, more,
And more so, lover;
Let its coherent strength
Still reveal itself then:
To courtesy a measure for measure,
Yet adding to this equal the addition to two;
In contention: the same,
To feel the measure of your anger
That but ever contends with itself
And no other.
07 August 2015
06 August 2015
05 August 2015
02 August 2015
1717 redux
1717
Because the wind is high
I ache to breathe in the space between
What sees and what is seen,
What's thought and what is spoken,
What's cruel and is forgotten.
Because the wind
Is high,
I'd hear it in some venue
Other than the sky.
01 August 2015
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