Posts Tagged ‘decay’

all the pebbles drop

July 15, 2014

 

plastic vestiges 2

 

all the pebbles drop

 

there are stones in my body with

space around them and through them

there is a feeling of solid when paying attention

it vibrates and disperses

 

seeds begin elsewhere

dropped from the bowels of birds

their heads with clouds squeezing out the water

the atmosphere and soil retain

 

little clear roots dig into being;

lick between the drops, the tongue

splits content; solid until it’s eaten

blood is hope flavored

 

the birds stop singing and

the pebbles steam; i’m in love with

the smell of concrete after rain

this foot wet, this foot dry

 

light thru grass 7

 

 

drag the Lotus seed

March 14, 2013

Drag the Lotus Seed 3 final

mom cake

August 16, 2012

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practice does not make perfect

May 22, 2012

Appreciating the Corner

May 9, 2012

appreciating the corner

 

In the corner is a space

where stacked are bits of other corners

warps and wefts, porous and knocking.

they lean, waiting, quietly subdued,

tilted and jumbled, gathering dust

 

and like grandma’s sofa, wrapped,

in preparation for a celebration.

That crushed velvet never felt

the wind upon it, in her lifetime.

 

But someone somewhere now

might make a raincoat of its covers one day; especially

since it had a built in zipper which

went from corner to corner to corner to corner

 

So similar will

the still filling colors in squares of all sizes and age,

eventually be lit with light or fire;

keeping someone

warm or dry or inspired.

 

They too containing a zipper;

being unseen, unheard, utterly unborn,

with corners in the corner

of the boundless corner.


one more time

April 18, 2012

 

 

the misery of Archaea and ocean floor disposal

 

Embedded in a meter deep of sediment, at the bottom of the sea,

the ancient thing wags its’ flagella; swimming

through cycles of carbon, nitrogen, and sulphur,

surviving, where it should not be able.

They say “the ocean floor per se”

has no water table.

No flushing through; a perfect disposal place

for radioactive waste

to diffuse through dense clay at a limited rate.

 

The mouth with teeth,

hungry, eat

everything around,

the house, the city, the state, the country

the ocean, the world, the galaxy.

Finally,

swallowing the entire universe,

hungry still it floats, in nothingness,

having no body, no stomach, no heart;

where once it had.

 

Living in polar seas and making up the plankton,

Extremophile Archaea visit

the cousins in volcanoes and sulphuric acid swamps.

The mighty family gathers to celebrate

3.8 billion years and 20% of the Earth’s biomass!

 

“You are happily invited” the announcement said,

and greedily accepting,

we work the party and offer

“by the way, we have this new stuff; it might be good to eat,

so with gratitude we’ll send a torpedofull, to snuggle in the seabed.

You can explore, experiment, try it out and take the time to see,

if you folks survive and flourish there as well; besides,

we really have nowhere else to put it and

need to get it out of the house.”

 

forgotten earthquakes

February 17, 2012

“Any perception can connect us to reality, properly and fully.
What we see doesn’t have to be pretty, particulary; we can appreciate anything that exists.
There is some prinicple of magic in everything, some living quality.
Something living, something real, is taking place in everything…”-  Chogyam Trungpa

forgotten earthquakes

echolocating colors

of full balloon lady-slipper orchids

so rare

the honey bee fur below your ear;

the stickyness of my jealous mouth

a tenderfoot threshold

 

the resolution of Dorian Gray

December 29, 2011

 

 

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the resolution of Dorian Gray

a portrait, with its scars, sins, and cavernous despairs

is created for a token, given endless youth

then hidden

a reflection in a mirror

 

grand history stretching rainbow

make-up written on the face

and in the cellular structure of all beings

is more than false, more than paste, the true jewel

 

bending with the flow of change

a willow on a flooding river

a blade of grass underfoot

the rise and fall of bodys’ breath

 

this year’s new vow, a resolution of flexibility

to see through and attend like the knife

that pierced and freed poor Youth’s heart; releasing

its’ crisp and sweet, from the craquelure of varnish

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the park

October 19, 2011

the park

trees and flags

trunks and poles

for catapulting and leaning on

for belongings

like friends

leaves falling, now, my bed

a blanket of stars

and stripes

this park to sleep in


the star

October 6, 2011

waking in the dark

a star through the curtain crack

an Autumn night path

dig deep, sail forth