American poet, fencer, chess player.
Demanding structure where it already isI claim some abstract gear of movement.Travel is the purposeNot to take the roads cascading in dead ends.We stay in the openAttained by the deregulate.
See how they left it to us.The decadence of the summer pollens;Drawing Vladimir’s butterflies into our emeraldRoofed house, to watch the spaceEndless and brilliant.We take off our shoes. Your words accompanied by birds.“How should I cut my hair?”Who could answer correctly; So I asked of Dante.Which of the…
An Eel River Bus Stop
Yes pour into that facade of presenceThen, we can ask unhindered “Are you the river”The vines in your loose speech damply filling the space.
You dangled there unable to return, and fell through the brushInto the slipping…
Essentially conditioned premier of the moment:
Radiant tempering of the skies,
Raising the rain my attention
As it escapes the plume in billow beneath my feet.
It is a controlled burn
Or a modern engineer bent
On perceived distance
This highly granular tea he pours down
The pillared hills in a cloudless frame
Makes wingless washes of a reddened sun.