Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Mid Evening


I'm half to blame, the collapse of inocense
where are the buckets of thorns you divide?
being rotten I half the serious the goat as serious
No! I didn't show you fluffy, so the trap lies
in the mud and brooms and the hotel fills
6pm as the shift exchanges tithes

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

'sUp


Apple jack confusion lost purple barrel
the lone harmony profuse to illusion's taunt
you're fixed punk like the Quaker 25
and coiling barker spindle web of gauze
that limping hall of unceasing pain
night window on a distant city from your room
of thread

Monday, November 23, 2009

I Live a Quivered Prayer


I live a quivered prayer, nary itch nor thorn
hilarious morn, the dowser's horn
in copious roars I'm silence to your curses
no stubborn fate coupled to purses
rubber etiquettes nylon tube to rancers
you half gleam in effects to answers
and in frenzied plot, I tout what's got
may this jest ne'er rest, the haze of days
the endless praise, of this fair lot

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Bhikkhu Yard In Solace Dwell


Rubbing knuckles out a tree your fanciful kind
and the yellow turn where once a blossom find
the cold damp sweep with autumn mention
austere practice the portal to keen convention
and weirs follow an indirect mind's fashion
the blood history cascade of a stirred passion

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Red Flower For God


The meshed green eye story haunted
like four winds in a painted hallway.
temper creature windes down the living
parchment wastes of paranoia years.
so many voices in the air and nothing added,
the thud of steps of the abandoned

Friday, November 20, 2009

Close the Valley


Flower by night as the cobble determines
the memory: ancient theatre in wings
pert machines of apocalypse.
no one interrupts the light, it penetrates
the dusk like a sword that's been in
the stone of your room for a lifetime

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Dragon in Dull Shine


No narcotics and it's smiley rain drips
you've comforture the wing tips a
dozen planks to graft the angles boat
no mind a shadow in that dull ray
ox profuse laden beaks aureol
and patch puppets sing where birds
are hoax