Seeps Sit

In to the for
est er time for
get th east win
deem seems meems
dreams seams tweens
in the out door
out th ein door
nobody is around
nobody by found
round mound sound
home way ward bein
joking jane john jake pam elund
lomas edrung slough clowned
pie monty queen abound pound
hammer heading home happy hound found

Her hand

Eyed it around the corner
approaching like a comet it flys
passed him like a bus around the bend
rushing air stretching his sides
his head rattles and his eyes rotate
wild as radishes crazy as a turnip
the wind straightens his hair
and a little eddy does up
his jacket and secures
his tie

the mothers hand remained invisible
for most of the rest of his life

Rotation of Wheels

Height forward it strikes up and around
the back of the light that has found its
sacred mass and checked into the statement
book its earmarks and figures ink strained
vestal slithers of spit and scissors
no bits of cleaned winters or scenes
in which winners were cleaned or make good
on their splintered and laughing queen
or the peeking dark reptiles that lay in the park
or the leaking round pipes that conveyed the water
from up high to down here with the fish in the sky
tasting rare absolutions and making roses out of putty
hands that spin cakes out of clean stories or leave
glory are spent, over and expend their claim to fly

At the door

Difficult to face that muddle
at the door as you wake and the morning
is already there waiting with muscles
waving at your eyes challenge the first
thing your mind engages with that moment
before light has registered that time
you seek out the shining stars that brittle
mess involving both eyes, your hands and white gloves
now grey with mascaras from today and last week
when last you weeped about the way the ducks
flew over during the late summer
not leaving it till late autumn
proving everything about myths
and plating inscriptions in ancient stone
with cloth untied from any old man
that was dead and buried like
was the hammers right hand man
in the shock of yesterdays park and
how it featured in the magazine covers
in black and white masque and chains
of bitter pills and swallowing masses
chainmail patties chocolate chains holding
me prisoner there is no escape from these pains
this majestic test of broad beans and largesse
in the chink the angel faces the lest
and bargains out pills for the brocolli test

Claims

Don't love her badly
Don't give in today
Take her madly and
give that all day
Don't take her hourly
in that ancient way
Don't want her that badly
there is bumps at every stop
of the way
Don't you love her game
all the ways that its played
its always the same the
ways that she stares into your eye
the ways that she takes down defenses
stares at your future you cry
and leaf through the pages where
instructions lied

Sea Crypt Whirl

Under there a wave begins
while time is thrown back
angles form and luck slides
jagged egdges are left behind
the movement of floor against ceiling
the friction we find we are feeling
the words that fly through the air like wet meat sandwiches
slowly how the butter drips from the flattened ham mustard slices of bread
the drama of destruction now landing upon unexpecting heads

secret worlds that live under the brows of the smiling
face under the hat that winks
in this brittle wind
that speaks

Lessons in Living

she fits into the distance
hundreds of vessels created for space
charged density that settles in the ground
decades proceed but still temporary
unlike drifting failure to connect under water
or the flailing material in the wind over sand
these dancing violins erupt and collude in silver tension
the little creeping beginnings
the ancient history underlying

The creaking bones the views
of the elders restrictions placed
on desire act to quell progression
power to the new generation
who act without thinking
act without stalling
no measure unfolded on tables unprovoked.

write again

its all right 'gain as the rain came down
it ran down the drain
the floods and imbalance can stop
we do need to mop up or remain in shock
as things deteriorate and fall
and we come to blame each other for all
we have done all that befell us from pulling
the trigger on your gun shooting your way
out of the rat race anything to attract attention
kind of briefcase and shoes playing power in the boardroom
speaking through a mist of armarni
terror police wore diamonds on their fists
they came to eclipse all that we thought
reason could come to naught
effort distorts the report
we are going to die and there
is nothing politics or health plans
will do except prolong the expectation

watching time melt

thimbles of ancient obscurity
overfilled chalice
losing faith over its rim
as you walk around the crater
which way
go down in a collapsing
dance sequence underfoot
these crystaline eyes emit square tears
like sugar cubes spat out by a dispenser
the shock value of secretaries
wasted on the military
imprisoned by weath and influence
he had to wear a hat in the sunlight
it burnt yellow rings into his skin

he spent the afternoon arguing
about the state of the prisoners
they walked with a broken gait
dragging their feet through the yard
knees bent and sad
lifted by boney fingers
the ritual of the lost
the jarring words of a matriarch
working you back to the straight and narrow
working you with an eye to the nothing
with an eye to the end

...desperate sanction...

it all came at once
the sounds that drift like ice
in the wind behind the gloom
lay folk with their handbags
and inner feelings of desperate sanction
neglected ease and sorrowful liens
against artifacts lost after research
iotas thrown into the storm
they fell from fooling you
with breathy solitude
to slide out weathered
lots of molten steel
and metal
questioning
no value as its torn
from the shell it covers