long before the front
swept north from Carolina
every cell in dad in son in daughter
transmitted at the same
frequency
dad its gonna storm tonight
i know i'll ask your mom
dialogue without text
"song without words"
they call it
mom's custody she must approve
she planned a trip to see
her mom in Maryland
will she choose to be snowed in
here or there
parentude ups the amplitude
message returned the children
would be pleased if you came
to play this afternoon i'll supply
the cocoa
emperor penguins and their chicks
can recognize
can amplify
their calls
across a continent
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
En Cualquier Mundo (sino tu propio)
Cada niño vive en muchos mundos.
Viven en mundo de aire libre y agua fluyenda.
Viven en mundo de flores y el sol.
Viven en mundo de risa y las lagrimas.
Viven en un mundo de niños y de adultos.
En esto habita la fuente de todos los conflictos.
Vives en un mundo,
Estatico y firmo,
Sólido como una estatua
Pero fractoso en partes no to propio.
En esto mundo viven niños
Viviendo las vidas de niños
Como flores cuidandos de manos
Por las ramas fuertes de árboles altos
De un bosque mezclado con caducos y de hojas perennes verdes
Vives en el otro mundo
Un mundo tan permanente
Como las arenas de desierto de la edad adulta.
Con las temporadas que cambian diariamente, aún por hora,
En esto mundo hecho de sistemas de la presión bajo
Creando mal tiempo sobre el Golfo de Emoción y,
Durante la fluxion de sistemas de muchos adultos confundidos
Un flor te sobreflujo con sus brazos llenos
Llenos de la debilidad y la belleza
Vives tambien en el mundo de los sueños
En tanto mundo entre que todos los flores
Sonriden bajo la luz radiante y caliente
La luz del corazon que ha creado
Una vida de esperanza llena
Una vida de familia nueva - llena
Una vida bendijo con la plenitud de un amor completo
Una vida mas dichosa que la que recibiste
El mundo que te habría bendecido,
Aunque en el yo nunca te habría conocido
Viven en mundo de aire libre y agua fluyenda.
Viven en mundo de flores y el sol.
Viven en mundo de risa y las lagrimas.
Viven en un mundo de niños y de adultos.
En esto habita la fuente de todos los conflictos.
Vives en un mundo,
Estatico y firmo,
Sólido como una estatua
Pero fractoso en partes no to propio.
En esto mundo viven niños
Viviendo las vidas de niños
Como flores cuidandos de manos
Por las ramas fuertes de árboles altos
De un bosque mezclado con caducos y de hojas perennes verdes
Vives en el otro mundo
Un mundo tan permanente
Como las arenas de desierto de la edad adulta.
Con las temporadas que cambian diariamente, aún por hora,
En esto mundo hecho de sistemas de la presión bajo
Creando mal tiempo sobre el Golfo de Emoción y,
Durante la fluxion de sistemas de muchos adultos confundidos
Un flor te sobreflujo con sus brazos llenos
Llenos de la debilidad y la belleza
Vives tambien en el mundo de los sueños
En tanto mundo entre que todos los flores
Sonriden bajo la luz radiante y caliente
La luz del corazon que ha creado
Una vida de esperanza llena
Una vida de familia nueva - llena
Una vida bendijo con la plenitud de un amor completo
Una vida mas dichosa que la que recibiste
El mundo que te habría bendecido,
Aunque en el yo nunca te habría conocido
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Rain Delay 1:39
an hour and thirty minute
rain delay
rain liberation to the garden to the
gardener who simply pops up from his
private napping bed
little finger flicks across the shorts drawer
as if heads he's nude, tails he's half
clad in sheets of mylar rain
trachea braces for the heatblast
but the opening door serves fresh air on the rocks.
cold water, forced under the threshhold,
greets toes used to baking,
I let the sheets of mylar form
Enfolding my hips while I play triage nurse
It is a good 45 minutes of trying on my mylar water wardrobes
While the opportunistic infectives, kudzu and friends, prepare to return to dust.
An hour into the rain delay,
I find that the entire garden glistens anew.
So does the naked body of the gardener,
Changed, too, is the flex of the falling mylar -
That it may be called mylar not rain
And I can be called gardening, not skinny-dipping
Can be left for the language police
The others catch me not
As I dry off - the tarp is being removed
And the seventh inning will soon begin!
rain delay
rain liberation to the garden to the
gardener who simply pops up from his
private napping bed
little finger flicks across the shorts drawer
as if heads he's nude, tails he's half
clad in sheets of mylar rain
trachea braces for the heatblast
but the opening door serves fresh air on the rocks.
cold water, forced under the threshhold,
greets toes used to baking,
I let the sheets of mylar form
Enfolding my hips while I play triage nurse
It is a good 45 minutes of trying on my mylar water wardrobes
While the opportunistic infectives, kudzu and friends, prepare to return to dust.
An hour into the rain delay,
I find that the entire garden glistens anew.
So does the naked body of the gardener,
Changed, too, is the flex of the falling mylar -
That it may be called mylar not rain
And I can be called gardening, not skinny-dipping
Can be left for the language police
The others catch me not
As I dry off - the tarp is being removed
And the seventh inning will soon begin!
echoes from pushcarts scraping
at the turn of the century
that was not a turn of the millenium
an agency formed
with nickels and dimes
and from the machers a dollar
that helped a man be a man
arming a pushcart for war in the streets
while his wife did piecework
and hoped the factory wouldn't burn
the bigger the pushcart
the better the goods
the more the profits
the greater the need
the more the loan
the more numerous the cosigners
one man per hundred bucks
in the modern room
sat the ninety year old officer
and her eighty-five year old husband
completing the sentences
completing the forms
unchanged for a century
the supplicant and his cosigners
one cosigner per thousand bucks
a cosigner asks when the agency was founded
like the scraping of the wooden wheels
of pushcarts on trolley rails and cobblestone
the old couple smiles and answers
nineteen eighty four
that was not a turn of the millenium
an agency formed
with nickels and dimes
and from the machers a dollar
that helped a man be a man
arming a pushcart for war in the streets
while his wife did piecework
and hoped the factory wouldn't burn
the bigger the pushcart
the better the goods
the more the profits
the greater the need
the more the loan
the more numerous the cosigners
one man per hundred bucks
in the modern room
sat the ninety year old officer
and her eighty-five year old husband
completing the sentences
completing the forms
unchanged for a century
the supplicant and his cosigners
one cosigner per thousand bucks
a cosigner asks when the agency was founded
like the scraping of the wooden wheels
of pushcarts on trolley rails and cobblestone
the old couple smiles and answers
nineteen eighty four
Friday, July 23, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
black cloud swirling
(This poem, a shape poem, loses about 90% of its meaning without formatting. Try commenting and I'll e-mail you the proper version.)
metaphors
metaphors
dark, trembling
mislead in the creek.
black cloud lives
in swell swirl pool schist sandstone rubble
a still liminal in rain and runoff street and forest fouled by teens between
wonder and restlessness solitude comity, the cloud whirls like storms flirting with glass ground edgeless
observed by barefoot doe-brown eyes which, gleefully, take cover from the heat of the car that threatens further travails
eyes which bear the gift of naming these swirling nimbus shadows river-hoppers even though this place of twisted material
fails to bear the gift of Nature but for bearing microscopic bubbles linked for a few weeks to schistsoapstonemarblesteelrod
Here in this ichtyological-amphibian womb fashioned by man, planning, careless, sixty toes rest silent in fine-milled rock glass
watched by five hundred parabolic eyes, sensed by millions of fishy synapses, for if only one toe shifts it kicks up the silt
we watch them back as their indecision causes a random walk in the Wissahickom if foe thought neutral, must go
reactions are linked as the water droplets in a rain cloud act as one
witness how these noiseless nimbus
minnuws hop into young
imagination
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