Poetry

The moon’s heavy With too many questions It hangs above us And does its business Though the light is in darkness You and I see it And look out Wanting to be shown more What’s inside what’s around the dream But the light is in darkness Often at Madagascar Could you trust The wicked music…

The derelict who lives on our street looks like Whitman as a young man; this summer he slept discreetly in a greasy bundle of rags by the alley trash cans. Now autumn’s here and at night he sprawls in the warm, sugary gust vented from the candy store. *     *      * I sat on the wharf’s…

And if I respect in her a deliberate beauty, that of an owl’s matted pellets fallen to the roots beneath its nest, more in her than perhaps is, where an unassuming friend of mine, not I, asks for her hand, then in the succession of pines to hardwoods, in generations, in once-hunted bones falling from…

Spell the speil of cause and effect, Ride the long rail of fact after fact; What curled the plume in the drake’s tail And put the white ring round his neck?

Grace on which we fix our gaze; pillar of light that is her lithe, gymnast’s body.      You and I have already crossed the threshold on which she pauses— how beautiful the naked foot poised in air.      We’ve already entered the sexual dark and now stare back at her, still standing there as if she could…

The habit of you lying next to me was so strong that for a year I slept with pillows on your side of the bed. When I turned in my sleep I put my arms around them or as I often had before, I turned away with my back against them; this habit of tides…

     she came. i went. i walked. i saw. she sang. she spat. i came.      she ran. she spoke. i climbed. she left. i bloomed.      i walked. she ran. i laughed. she cried. she played. i woke. she      groaned. i sang. she gasped. i shrieked. she yelped. i barked. she growled.      i moved. she sat. she…

There’s nothing gentle where Aphrodite was. Empty mountain and grasshoppers banging into me. Maybe there never was. But I go up again and again to search under thorn bushes and rocks. Am grateful for the marble upper arm big as my thumb. A shard with a man’s feet and a shard with the feet of…

a rat swam toward me in my hot tub I shut my eyes and took my b.p. by bio-feedback & outside I heard the random snarling of the packs