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adapted

spectral tongue

across the lunar code we beam
our breath swirling into the desert
to return wicked
when the stars have clumb
to full magnitude
and we lay doggo
overthrown
return’d to our spirit ghosts
for we are never still
wandering like campsmoke
in thin strands
out to the stand of york gums
where honey possums hide
along the tangled seeps
fringing the floodplain

» Posted By david On 02.02.2019 @ 7:53 pm

transformed

he found a petal here once
tossed in the aeolian temper of high january
beyond the osprey’s clifftop sticks
past the curve of the bay
where the wet sand hummed
and the weight of his body
stood beside him in the restless water
and he himself a stripped, weathered refection
he lay on the sand by the water’s edge
foam-licked
ear down listening to the groan
a giant jawbone sleeping,
the wet moss scent of ambergris

he rolls to his back on the powdered cove
leant into life
leant into death

» Posted By david On 01.12.2019 @ 9:30 am

he found a petal here once
tossed in the aeolian temper of high january
beyond the osprey’s cifftop sticks
past the curve of the bay
where the wet sand hummed
and the weight of his body
stood beside him in the restless water
and he himself a stripped, weathered refection
he lay on the sand by the water’s edge
foam-licked
ear down listening to the groan
a giant jawbone sleeping,
the wet moss scent of ambergris

he rolls to his back on the powdered cove
leant into life
leant into death

» Posted By david On 01.12.2019 @ 9:27 am

tedious

the sun lays upon me

warming what was numb

I dreamt you

until the darkness faded

and as I moved mechanically

through the cottage

out onto the high porch

patches of dreamt-you

kept running through me

like cold water

shocks from a showerhead

know this,

if you rained on me

then I have stood by the fire

but I am chilled

I shiver

» Posted By david On 07.10.2018 @ 7:58 pm

holistic

Post

in the rapid flowing water
where hearts race downstream
there is no understanding
of death

we hear, perhaps
or briefly wonder,

until.

the efferent globe
off its axis
still spins

so,
you set your alarm
make your bed
find yourself in the mirror

brush your teeth
swallow the demon
and face the day

» Posted By david On 04.28.2018 @ 9:53 am

distance

the space between me and some of my staff. each time I try to close the distance something comes up; a decision, a situation, etc. that seems to stop the progress for closing the distance and building relationships.

» Posted By David On 01.02.2018 @ 8:29 am

hosts

the cottages shiver below a bald moon
we lay huddled, still
our pragmatic, rational dreams
softly snake up kitchen chimneys
like incense
like lines of wet laundry
crossing the yards

the yellowed street lights
in unison close an eye
the darkness softly spirals
slack tide
schoolyard, reception, fabricators
frozen in ice

the youngest coughs between us
I roll slowly
don’t twist your back
you drift when the coughing stops
I drift in a murmur
the money
will come

soon with intimate blindness
I repeat the procedure
hi viz, boots, thermos
sandwiches you packed while I slept
idle the car just so
you will hear it, stir
make a pot
of tea

» Posted By david On 07.22.2017 @ 11:03 pm

facsimile

Gary stopped trudging through the streets for one moment. For some reason, maybe fate, maybe God, maybe some divine combination of the two, he raised his head. For the first time in years, he felt. On the side of a building, some old cigarette factory, was a gorgeous landscape, beautifully lifelike, of a forest.

» Posted By David On 05.30.2017 @ 2:48 pm

motor

fall with me
let go
love is an accident
you wanted so badly

longing
all the towering hours
for one
to empty yourself into

galaxies of spreading stars
touch me
fingers I have ached for
find my face

as I trace
the handwork of god
swim across green pools
in you
I am delivered

» Posted By david On 05.27.2017 @ 11:30 am

misunderstanding

Arctic white butterflies
land upon my lover
and our sleeping children
I am composing a piece on death
to play alone, in darkness

each brittle note
a tap against glass
then an hour’s silence

the butterflies’ lightness –
falling petals
on the skin of my loves

their breath
trembling translucent wings
makes me cry
each tear a note in the score

I have laid
milk, honey at the table
in the morning
blue wrens will flit at the window

but tonight
arctic white wings
open and close
to the sounds of breath
my workings
and glass keys

» Posted By david On 05.21.2017 @ 3:06 am

bond

i watch you sleep
the isles
ebb
a tide
tugs at me

I kiss a breast
in 2010
another in 1990

above the bed
an open widow
heat pours in
cascading
over slicked limbs

I imagine
dying for you

I close my eyes
listen

outside
the heat devours
clicking things

our breath and mine
tilting the room

our shapes
becoming abstract

» Posted By david On 03.12.2017 @ 9:59 am

degree

degree = grado.

Y así, empecé a escribir de buen grado. La verdad es que no entiendo cómo fui capaz de desaprovechar toda la mañana dándole vueltas al asunto. ¿Tan tonto soy, realmente? ¿Tan incapaz me veo a mi mismo como para no creerme hábil para escribir 100 malditas palabras?

» Posted By David On 02.20.2017 @ 5:23 am

educated

glacial haiku

Weather this, you say
my dropped glass hopes
sliding under, disappearing

We would sleep in the storm
for a quiet minute standing
in sunlight

Born under heavy snow
I knew only the endless curve
of winter

a man in a cold room
slowly pressing keys
against the night wind

» Posted By david On 02.08.2017 @ 7:06 am

rested

moving across the shorn paddock
rising out of my chest
a small black bird
I had swallowed in my sleep

silently, we had slept
the bird and I
drawing comfort from each other

that night in darkness
somewhere far off
a dog barked
horses ran the boundary fences
the bird shook its feathers,
returned to sleep
I did the same

on waking I sipped a teaspoon of water
for my small companion
I felt how delicate it was as it drank
and knew I was a good friend

where from?
I asked in silence, looking out the window
I am all of your kisses
the tiny bird said
and all of your tears

I have left you a feather
it carries my song
if I have chicks in the spring
the feather will tell you

» Posted By david On 11.07.2016 @ 8:33 am

safeguard

.
.
We moved at the speed of light

I lit up for you
I burned
I was a wild electrical shock to myself
the world became a black hole
and we spun it
like gods

I did not foresee
shipwrecked emigres
long lost letters from home
I did not care

but I saw the rapture
entwined with you

you paddled out at dawn
was I sleeping?
no my love
I returned

I slipped back and held you
with all that I am
I anointed you with kisses
and spoke your name
the way one prays
before danger

ride fast
aim true
I am your love
who burns in waiting

.

» Posted By david On 09.21.2016 @ 7:58 am

We moved at the speed of light

I lit up for you
I burned
I was a wild electrical shock to myself
the world became a black hole
and we spun it
like gods

I did not foresee
shipwrecked emigres
long lost letters from home
I did not care

but I saw the rapture
entwined with you

you paddled out at dawn
was I sleeping?
no my love
I returned

I slipped back and held you
with all that I am
I covered you with kisses
and spoke your name
the way one prays
before danger

ride fast
aim true
I am your love
who burns in waiting

» Posted By david On 09.20.2016 @ 9:47 pm

collar

When you press hard against me
I am unsure
if you know what you are asking

then slowly it floods my limbs:
you’re not asking

I fear
What you are capable of
Where you will lead me

Animals stand
in the still night air
shrouded statues
glued down to a black chessboard

as you wander
from the carnival lights
leave the sawdust, the straw
you can pick a path through anything

you picked me

» Posted By david On 09.11.2016 @ 7:40 am

upset

Get in line

Nothing makes sense
And even it if did
Connecting myself to it
Is like yelling at bees

Work, days, people,
More and more perverse
Like a collection of deck chairs
Neatly laid on an ocean liner

There is no imminent saucer attack
I’m in the next room
Whispering to Roky Erickson
On a tin can phone

I tell him I have to go soon
So I can change
Shave
And find my name badge

» Posted By david On 08.22.2016 @ 7:53 am

retreat

Repetition compulsion

business
never concluded
runs like grassfire
for dwellings, forest

I, honed
a trusty needle
lacing thread
in fevered stitches

patternless
making sense perhaps
only when
viewed backwards

oil the timber child
tar your rope
love’s fever waits
for you to look up

» Posted By david On 08.19.2016 @ 9:02 pm

shell

on a beach. shell beach north of pismo. I’m a shell of myself. shell game.

» Posted By David On 07.28.2016 @ 1:41 pm

clarify

butter.

» Posted By David On 07.08.2016 @ 10:30 am

diabetes

Court of the Sun

He found a way
to block out the sun

the talent required
mastery of stillness and silence

blood will form on stones
and one may become a caller of crows

still all things
the crows will come

first one
then another

then a hundred
then a thousand

two thousand wings beating
to the court of the sun

foreign tongues
turn native

arrows
turn into flowers

and the forest monkey
will arrive with honeycomb

» Posted By david On 06.30.2016 @ 11:05 pm

pathway

Singularity

1. a snowfield
blank paper
a heavy canvas sail
snaps in the backing wind

2. aerial views
a vacuum
negative sound
as in negative space

3. a man places his key in the door
enters his house

4. sleep

5. a series of flashcards
perfume
hair
an apple, with leaves

6. wake

7. walking
deep winter
lost pieces
remain so

8. a man enters his house
intimate and familiar
as a kiss
a house lit by
the tidal force
of absence

12.6.16

» Posted By david On 06.11.2016 @ 11:18 pm

darkness

June

You walk down the narrow street
everything suspended in cold black
wires
kick up the voltage
breaths, steps
turn to raindrops
following, chasing each other
everything again circular

even in its sharpness
life has a rhythm
in your day job
you mix colours
but this is not daytime
where clouds silently drift apart
endlessly and
people float by

this is one of those times
everything pours out
like an upturned cup
the night becomes
a closed eye
and the prints you leave
are fresh

» Posted By david On 06.09.2016 @ 10:01 pm

jealous

it is daylight but overhead I
can hear the twinkling of stars
and I repeat to myself
love you love you love you
on this coldest day of winter

no cloud, no rain
some part in each of us is
permafrost
eyes down, keep moving
I dip my brow politely at people
as I quickly keep moving ahead
and the chill bites deep into my feet, my fingers

I check my phone
no message.
where are you when I need you?

this birdless day
unable to unplug myself from whatever train i’m on
and I do that thing again
become transparent

I remember you told me once
in the silence after playing Chopin
that your body has a purity
that exists separate from yourself

I wanted to fight you
so I could lose

the rain will not come
we seek refuge in sealed places
but the ice within each of us
makes intimacy painful

as if
the perfect ratio
each knew
is lost

so much time twisting around
people we don’t trust

as if hearts are suns
that can burn endlessly
light some unimagined
future morning
or house the unsaid

the cold air cuts through me
I keep my hands in my pockets
If there is a purpose
It’s not here

» Posted By david On 06.07.2016 @ 9:36 am

dentist

I find the goddess in her bedroom
practicing witchcraft
with a teacup and a rose
algorhythmic drawings
she cares not to explain
cover the floor

in the prayersmoke,
near a bowl of coloured fruit
I sit at the piano
spinning the room with my fingers
her bed is my well
her heart is my river

» Posted By david On 06.04.2016 @ 11:10 pm

prosecuted

synthesis

flying beneath
an endless blue dress
our skin smooth as dolls
your gunpowder tongue touches my turned nape
at once beestung
over and over

what flows
between interlaced fingers?

your fever
catalysing mine
backflipped, somersaulted,
reaching some place
sacred as a magpie wing

and so begins
the slow becoming schooled in each other
like horses flaring
breathing in each other
in a disrupted, inverted moment
screaming danger
blunted by
the cosmos of you

» Posted By david On 06.04.2016 @ 8:31 pm

noticed

I had been
feeding the weaving stable cats
everything oozing rainwater
the colours draining west
and you
eyes like a fawn
stood at a rosebush

‘taste it’

your tongue there
in a burst crimson rosebud
words floating
over calendula
and straw

and your wild stillness
your rose kisses
swept me away
held me
falling deeper
in the garden
enveloped in cool darkness
two lovers kneel
drinking roses

» Posted By david On 04.26.2016 @ 10:08 am

violet

flowers are a girl’s best friend.

dangerous if you add the letter “n” – becomes violent.

» Posted By david On 04.18.2016 @ 2:18 pm

channel

People talk through it, they can swim through the English version too, in the poetic, yet freezing muddle that it is, but diplomats use it most.

» Posted By David On 12.07.2015 @ 7:54 am

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