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Monday, October 24, 2016

There are flashes when I feel the worms of my intestines join the worms in the cellar, 
And I can watch a blood vessel as I did the creek in my old backyard,
Both rushing out of sight, making a point of not asking for my blessing or understanding,

When I almost forget to watch the door, pull back the blankets, ready, should gravity reverse and bring the creek rushing up from wherever it goes after passing the grate down by the church


Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Ever loved a girl
So much ever thin' else jus'
Up an' walked away?

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Spring sailing shivers,
Seven Sisters, cielos
Silenciosos

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Praying mantis
Sliding slowly down
The window of
A five star restaurant,
So out of place
His only recourse is to sneer,
Least when his mates are near

Sunday, May 1, 2016

The pipe
Might play the part of the
Camera obscura
But the power source of course
Will remain the same

Sunday, April 24, 2016

A Westerly Sunday drive,
With Clara looking out the window
From her car seat,
And Billy Corgan screeching about
Possibilities,
2 McDoubles, a large Coke,
And enough distance to let
The deepest tire ruts
Of the mind give way
To dimly recalled,
Sandy farm roads,
Dead-ending at missile testing sites,
Wetlands,
And mountains




Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Not the sine wave of her calf
Or neck or spine,
Never the hair,
God forbid an eye simile,
Just the immortal fact of
Her charm, her complementing
Shapes and spiraling spirit
Still doubling my helix
Still crimping my s-curve