a bluebird is a sonata seems to say life is its own reason for living the pitcher on the table is filled with wine slabs of pomegranate shore salted over and over again eaten like warm fruit
Tag: writing
The bicycle spins madly on.
(a new poem with a previous ending) never fear the end there’s no way you were ever here, anyway a bicycle in a galaxy a palm tree lost in orbit an old man sees himself in a faraway mirror there’s no here so nothing matters says prayers plants flowers on the moon weeps for a [...]
Birdsong in Rearview
at the moment of contemplation this poem was a hummingbird that is to say, jazz on a midsummer afternoon many days ago i sat on the forearms of a windmill mathematically, its shadow is no longer than an orchid’s in a moment of mindfulness i experience a crisis of the chaos of staircases and i [...]
Passage
Passage, paper collage, 2021 i am between time matter and a violin i give the impression of someone seeking truth sleeps in confusion is erratic among wildflowers makes shadows of a cardboard moon rises lighter, lighter these wings are somehow less credible in darkness
The Noble Art of Dismantling Rain
freedom is an elephant in a barrel an atheist & a goldfish playing pool on a street corner that doesn’t exist time is the calculus of laundry strung up from the teeth of a piano soberly searching for an antidote to rain a dumpster in paradise is also a primordial desire to dismantle what we [...]
Ballad from a Torn Paper Plane
Feels Like Sunday, paper collage, 2021 i. hypnosis is forever at noon, i hear the moon whistle my eyes are covered in dandelions i ask myself, how long have we been strangers? ii. this poem tells me i cannot laugh at what doesn’t exist so i invent a butterfly on my forehead who takes the [...]
At Eleven, My Lover’s a Moon
how much is too much? the anatomy of a driving car a mandolin with no rain at eleven, my lover’s a moon his favorite t-shirt’s yellow he spills coffee on the eggshells of the great cosmic mystery this might not sound significant but it could be if pigeons were paragons of infinite sadness if rainbows [...]
The Irregular Art of Dancing with Woodpeckers
a poem should be serene beneath the surface, don’t you think? a portal to unassailable worlds indigo breezes and elevator music paradise if paradise is the difference between Descartes and a fish hook —and let me tell you—i’d choose the fish hook every time but what am i saying? satire is outdated punked like an [...]
Coda, Or the Curious Octaves of Lily Pads
they say the hour of the elephant has ended the curious octaves of lily pads are asleep on the beds of imaginary rivers (mellow, green, with lofty perfumes of herbs and fresh candlelight) i hope you’ve enjoyed this time between planets the sacred meditations of snails philosophers retro-emotional sunflowers …breathing in space breathing out bouquets [...]
Conversations with an Angry Lover
there’s something so contemporary about loneliness, don’t you think? where the sky crumbles in a flower or a bed beneath the moon take a crow on a wire, for example calling out angels, fielding interruptions it’s the same savage desire for oneness beyond-ness. and who can compete with that? who would measure our souls against [...]
