Monthly Archives: October 2015
Onetime bats of the belfry
Lace our window
and grace our yard
Here and gone and back again
but gone again
Coffee and cake 2
Coffee and cake 1
The Dutch bike boxes full of children
You can’t get around them.
They wheel their kids with a parent’s eyes,
the road and road forever.
Birds our partners with respect to the vanishing point
We need no camera obscura
to put us
proportionate on the line.
We’re changing shapes whatever we do.
We body out the ghost till we’re sucked on through.
When fear comes it spreads like fire in the dry season
That brief sick hope of escape
is willing grass and the comeliest of tinder.
Where is the rock, the lake?
He’s wide-eyed in a glade
in a smoky wood.
He tries to piss it away, the dirty dream.
And succeeds. The dream isn’t the problem.
Where is your faith, man?
He thinks of all he’s afraid of,
of all the present and future threats.
He checks the clock. And prays. And twists
A man’s a man, though a little slow
till he’s swift as smoke in Idaho.
Now the dots have flown the dice
Now that the dots have flown the dice,
you’d say my odds are even.
But they’re not really gone,
they just walked in –
to the leopard’s back they’re cleavin’!