11.30.2005

We never made it to the cemetery but we never stop burying the past
Today cement of these steps, tomorrow cement of cemetery monuments

11.29.2005

Rain returns in a mostly whispered tongue after long, hot autumn
The deer like the loquat, the people pick the pear

11.28.2005

Old beauties grown cold have vanished, and now the cold beauties
Ribbon of silk ribbon of surf ribbon of cloud ribbon of stars ribbon of words

Ribbon of dream ties up the days piled on your head
Grown short, the days keep shedding their skin of light

A pile of things to save, a pile to forget, it comes to that sometimes
Lying in bed heart pumps under feathers, into springs, through memories

11.27.2005

One after another, day by day, what do these horizons of words add up to?
Everywhere time's ongoings, what's not ongoing's gone or dead or both

11.26.2005

Give thanks: in order for you to live many things must perish
Blood-stained bed of belief; the blood that cleanses

Hey Dude, he taunted, to take life seriously you gotta take death seriously
You laugh, but nothing's as predictable as the long, long silence of forever

What you try to get your mind around, you can't circumscribe or circumvent
What comes after people will be the actual gods, without any acolytes

All the fuss thinking needing to find the way is a must
A lot of the loot was not what you thought you'd got

The dogs of death and duty don't sleep, they growl, watch those teeth
To prepare to cross-over, believe what you believe and stop there

11.25.2005

White stripes overhead and what did I do? Thought about you
Thoughts give rise to words and words to actions and actions to . . .

11.24.2005

Time that leaves you thinking something important is on the way
I can't tell time. Hell no, there's not a thing I can tell to time

11.23.2005

Possibly. Possibly. Possibly. Yes, most certainly it's possible
It's not the long, long darkness, it's the last gasp light of 3 p.m.

11.22.2005

Before Bubbles bit Beavis, Betty beat Bob
Fred finished framing Freida, Felicia fought Ferdnand furiously

11.21.2005

The Better Business Bureau isn't, neither is your father
Passage of this season does not match this season, pattern in tatters

11.20.2005

Captivated by how the guard is lionized
Apprehensive proposing what's reprehensible in it

11.19.2005

Decade after decade the nonstop nonstop
Lipstick sticks where lips have touched

11.18.2005

Windy conditions shred banana leaves into purple-green fringe
Copper pattern tops counter where pocket pennies are tossed

When as wind blew, thought wandered, you knew
Pondered form’s resistance to love’s hard insistence

11.17.2005

Redwood branches flail in steady wind all day and all night
Cataracts of leaves sail & eddy in air colorless as clear water

11.16.2005

Gravity pulls a gravid heart into the grave, the lift of grace gone
Pregnant time delivers the known, mind's particulars face the music

11.15.2005

Mars marches with the moon, horizon to horizon, all night long
When war makes a toy of thought, death makes toys of us

Coppery dot round disk crickets' slow roll illumine blue midnight
Proposals of emptiness all stared down by night's white pupil

The pills propose and prepare you, but the relentless heart allows you
Is counts it out, and works it out, is beats and beats it out to you

11.14.2005

Try to rest in the time of your own head, not the time of Time
Time and time again time runs out, and time is all we got, Honey

What wants? What empties the heart? What fills an emptiness?
Hunger for particulars, new but familiar, feral but purring, endless

11.13.2005

The beauty of black and the dark are not one, nor is absence the same
Darkness and fear may appear to be one; particulars are not the same

It is never the same: all things contain time and we see how that goes
It means river stone day night you me evil good never twice the same

Autumn tumbles on, the other that comes with it, greening, grows
First light: desiccated apple, freshened redwood, rain-washed rhododendron

11.12.2005

A small jolt in trudged time might change how thinking thereafter goes
By heart a fence in thought clouds or quarrels with or kills a joy

Memory is meat, love is meat, pain pleasure desire — meat; dark is dark
Sequence into thinking arrival of the worst — darkness the consequence

11.11.2005

God of everything, if you believe, brightens and brilliants every autumn leaf
If you believe, God makes each brick quake down that breaks each life

Brightened and crimsoned leaves have gone too slowly to follow the change
Now undone afternoon light is done and gone so quickly now

Overnight storm entered that tree and unleaved each downhill limb & branch
Trees repeat the seasons, what stands in repose knows that — then what

11.10.2005

What the heart sees into, and the eye can't, makes every view private
To pick words and say it is a slim way to tell what's known

Looks like autumn will turn out as always — to be here remains a surprise
To have looked and looked again, singular — then discovered singing there

11.09.2005

Today's the day, that the sky, those the clouds, these the people looking
Saw it, didn't ask; knew it, didn't admit; did it keep us thinking?

Susceptible to elation (of clouds sky light leaves luck) not of it
The voice of is saluting all the time, no divorce from pleasure pain or self

11.08.2005

Their meager world run over by those dimpled dark clouds
Our load of violence dispersed in remarkable lures of a market

11.07.2005

Where does in go? Where does out go? Where do look touch taste go?
Just in time from place to place how why where do we go?

11.06.2005

On Solano Ave. near Sotto Voce, guy asks sotto voce, wanna buy weed?
Get done with talk, let time walk, weaker wintering sun still warm

11.05.2005

Love and wisdom, so unlike — we want both
Our fate, occupy, our job, know good and beautify

11.04.2005

I saw you talking with fate's successor
I saw you flipping pages to get to the future

11.03.2005

A cemetery's lovely, it bustles: buried light, dirty knowledge, complete faith
We need memory to know how to go, and how to know when we get there

We are not born with a soul, we're working on it as time erodes it
We are given days & fruits of earth & dreadful knowledge of knowledge

11.02.2005

No single thing, the sky — nor death, money, love, the on and on of days
Apple blossoms in the Caucasus, coconuts in Borneo, suffering universal

The watch ticks the same minutes the same in each of the 24 zones
Fate is not so much blind as asleep — consider the summons of daydreams

And words? Little inventions to keep fate asleep and explicate dreams
Myth of progress, fueled by movement, you think what's passed is past

You will be tired and wing it, surviving
Fate will announce itself one day, you won't know what hit you

11.01.2005

I chop onions as she retells details of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Stirring and tasting while he tells me why Count Olaf set the fire

I may remember you, but I'll never know you again
What we see and know in our rooms and windows are our true divinities