10.30.2005

Heat's in a stumble, the prodigal sun's humble, even the birds mumble
Little left of ease, squirrels raid apple trees, this stuff, & less, shall be

Best before both ends burn, before phenomena pull back null & old
Avoid a void, don't let life and death argue, know yourself

10.29.2005

Seasonal threshold crossed, light gets new means to craft beauty
What was then is less now and because so dearer, desired more

High, wide sky of the short days, sun somewhat humbled
What li(v)es in us is less what we think than what we don't

10.28.2005

New form, from who know's where, introduces new function
Everything is water/ if you look long enough – Robert Creeley

Functioning: clouds enter new forms the moment the old are abandoned
Because he mumbled, thoughts remained in his mouth untumbled

10.27.2005

Each word a form and each set of words another, each set of sets too
Each sentence a form that follows I am out of nothing

Form follows function
Dream follows need

Like most they want Mother's love
She died, that's where our stories begin

10.26.2005

Large as the window, water-beaded spider web, abandoned to rain
Measured bars of glass sixteenth notes, hanging in concentric rings

Jump in sales accompanies plummeting value of words
It turns out words were the best investment

10.25.2005

Rosa parks herself in the seat and refuses
How did you stay, 50 years, beautiful Rosa Parks?

10.24.2005

This is the time you wanted, you did, and here it is
This is time you live for, dream, time to use it

10.23.2005

Cooked garlic turmeric tomato cumin onion okra & pepper she wouldn't eat
Spice-paste in the pan, okra-ooze gumboed slimy to stir, she didn't like it

10.22.2005

Donning depression they backed uncontested into the day
The future is as nothing against all the fragments of a past

The end, an option now, is also a requirement
Most of the energy goes to track facts gone missing

October wanders toward reclamation
Watch it! fate's impatient, we don't need to be

10.21.2005

Got get? No? Then let's go get some
It's booboo she says. Hmm? It's junk

 

10.20.2005

To oscillate from fearing life to loving life in abridged time
Dark, articulate conversations of exiles in their own land

10.19.2005

Four, he encounters fur trees that make him think of petting the cat
A gingko planted near the temple, so the Buddha hears the birds in both

He needs a picture of his mother in his room; his father keeps forgetting
Boy sleeps better, not so for father; one reads, it helps, the other writes

10.18.2005

A house holds, but loosens its grip on the hillslope
Windows disintegrate, too long looked right through

Staccato: taste of heat, tease of rain; fall asleep to dry wind, in fog awake
October: family also in transition, destination not as certain

10.17.2005

Teach the vocabulary of science the vocabulary of starlight
Watch out when the vocable mimics ideas to talk you into something

10.16.2005

Alteration accelerates anonymously on the cusp of the season
Into morning fragrance sun-warmed wings night-rain launched fly

Alteration accelerates on the cusp of; inhale
Sun-warmed wings night-rain launched fly

10.15.2005

That look sucked the noise right out of my lungs, mouth, ears
The silence of dirt, without method or cunning, harbors success

10.14.2005

When time is mismanaged colors must be sewn together
When we're gone our molecules breakdown, what about thoughts?

10.13.2005

On and on and on, duration rations, but life is short
Time that steals every beauty cannot carry away the formal husk

Why choose good when life's so short and beauty's non-committal?
Age-old plea of spurned love: who will find you lovely and make you know?

10.12.2005

It weeps me no end to watch you have this heavy world (haha hoho hehe)
Waiting for the virus fearing a suitcase bomb awaiting the Big One

Ode to Code: all the double-meanings are squared
We're twins, but the code secrets it and we lack mirrors

10.11.2005

Chaos keeps the music of the spheres at bay
Leaving the visible should not be confused with going blind

10.10.2005

The book you read to fall asleep, or the one in which you find yourself?
What you learn dreaming is as useful as waking knowledge

10.09.2005

Gravity fails, but randomness pleases the crowd
Syntax agrees to say none of its rules aloud

10.08.2005

They have swallowed every earthly silence
Of all participants, they alone are allowed comment

Hunger is not, nor is desire, everything they're about
They've been given moments, details, imagination

They've injured many tender things and more
They use words you know but don't speak your language

They are dying to know things that cannot be proved
All their knowledge is "in relation to"

Programmed not to wander beyond the horizon, they don't
They always place their figure in the ground

Won't look at darkness unabetted or alone
Invented the power of making things up

Kill for sport (they made that up too)
They never get enough, and let you know it

They never understand the absolute
They have given up on the invisible

They have tired of their uniqueness
The pills were their idea, and the prayers

They big their little and sully their sweet
Their perpetual work is an old conceit

After learning from mistakes they then repeat them
Many chances for them, many more than they deserve

When they loose their moorings, they tumble into mourning
On the journey they free their slaves, but not themselves

Dreaming is another of their pastimes
When all is said and done, they're not

10.07.2005

Ineluctable: they can't believe the striving must be useless
Struggle: let us succeed sometimes, let us fall asleep happy

10.06.2005

October, famous for its lovely destruction of summer
Summer flares out in trees and seed-thoughts of sacrifice scatter

Every word teases with, but in the end undermines, mastery of time
No moment actually stuns us until words have seen into it

To be lost; to be new to; to feel and smell small shifts of wind
To hear a single bird like a neighbor's voice at night; to be the river's ears

Not to tell secrets, to converse with secrecy
Not to narrate, to demonstrate

She was filled to full, serene, pleased and fulfilled
Fidelity over time, intertwined with a physical world

10.05.2005

Wonderment recurs, rolling through the rank & file and the rank
The great demand of days is to witness the speed of light

OK, it's not the autumn zone in light the words declare, it's the one in us
It's not memory not the limit not law, it's mountains tongue juice heat heart

Achieve: grace of the granular suffuses the mind
Directly: music orbits a silence it rescues

10.04.2005

Each syllable excretes a little digested dollop
When full of words you're often full of shit

I came back to what comes along before words
Sound all around, we gawk as if at the visible

Where this world is headed, who knows; life goes
Child grows; sun and moon in circuit; rose blows

10.03.2005

Sun migrates toward a winter sky zone, bay shines the color of sealskin
Palm fronds blowing in steady evening wind like a streaming waterfall

The brilliant autumn light is philosophical light
Jubilant light in the leaves, we reconcile ourselves to what's coming

10.02.2005

My black cat knows no private dark
Language enables the private dark

Time diminishes, words (words and beloved memory) replenish
Nothing shouldn't be told (behold, be whole) nothing shouldn't be told

Words enable blindness; words enable sight
Ex nihilo words embrace is, enable the the

The alphabet weeps and wanders
Sic transit gloria mundi/ How doth the busy bee? – Emily Dickinson

Language is another realm of hunger
Words diminish the empty between

From thinking about the cake to eat the cake – Jean Valentine
From talking the talk to walking the talk – word made flesh

As water as ocean as waves as words
World of non-stop reflectors? World on fire? Fiat lux

10.01.2005

If to be in this world is a gift, how does that square with what's lived?
It's not going to be given unless a voice lets it become

The other tongue in my mouth, the spit of the other tongue
Other tongue, other touch, other blood, the other, the world

Who, in youth, doesn't neglect the gods?
The difficult beauties of growing older

The longer it goes the harder it is
The harder it is the more need for forgiveness