Wetland

deal out specification in thin thin twinkles
mention light in Nature
using nature itself
build things faster
or leave the things in the woods
to wrong yourself in the woods with
off the ego alone
cracking in two egos
with three beings
hating me
and hate what I saw or tried to see
with the owl who meets what matters
in sunny evil sedges eying the barns opening

when
wilderness called
I put
together new sound


armed with
last nights frogs

I turned over


California

torn from my window


in
wind
light
and rain

to let the porch hear
what my heart creaks


wrapped in springs mess
my strange etched village comes


where rain itself washes dry
mean cottonwood's curse

dumbing down even the dirts role
in things

just yesterday
a road moved closer
under whole clouds at night
itching

with used limbs
pinched BETWEEN flat surfaces
and tracks passing a friends house


playing poor one
on damp rivers rot
a simple form rises
OUT OF a dreamt up sky


where
smoked praries walk and pray


forgive me now
im too
distant and old to recall
marsh or bog
where
up to our ears
we found evil in boyhood

a real guilt at home

and a
dirty river whenever we wanted it

where
when
new wilderness called
I made no sounds

Dec 2010

is found within a cathedrals vespers
Earth
sharpens a poor working door

machine built to pry on me

opens me up to
contain multiple

cathedrals


for me
a dreams
tree lacks dignity
in gods death alone
hip death

reference to other circles


i cant tell cloud from smoke

15 miles into Kansas

Thawed murder by light at the boat dock

haunting
friend scared of black helicopters

ALVEY S

I never scratched Alvins feet for a quarter

but once he lit M-80s at the national horse shoe tournament

the Falls City court house

and jail drawing officers

once

Ima jean his wife welded metal into sculpture

twirling deal

we kicked field goals in the crotch of there oak

next to north school

with dan and andy

where we went to kindergarten

where we ate low income lunch

and i almost hid

Black Stone on Top of a White Stone by Cesar Vallejo

I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,
On a day I already remember.
I shall die in Paris-- it does not bother me--
Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.

It shall be a Thursday, because today, Thursday
As I put down these lines, I have set my shoulders
To the evil. Never like today have I turned,
And headed my whole journey to the ways where I am alone.

César Vallejo is dead. They struck him,
All of them, though he did nothing to them,
They hit him hard with a stick and hard also
With the end of a rope. Witnesses are: the Thursdays,
The shoulder bones, the loneliness, the rain, and the roads.

find my dirty cup
and water my pines
I light my fires with dry pines
when church and
flowers treat me like a shady stranger
AND i dredge
and cobble EARTH'S assorted patterns

this summer the whippoorwills fell silent by mid June
I skipped the amphitheaters movies
TO play werewolf in the woods
moaning at autumns crisp kindness

with you counting the lightning
and my gray hairs
I witness the pond you skated as a kid
miss the turn
and fog the windows

your direction proceeding mine
a glorious road
of haphazard half glances
chilling me love
did you not know me as a younger self?
a reckless boy loving you
but not knowing
I know you in my bones
a past life?
like heat in the woods
or flooded river
I find you in everything now