-
Mossing the Star
I’m half okay
to be almost
honing a raft
of seaworthy
for afterish;
only for me
this itty craft.
-
Out Is In
So many stones
live at the beach
like thoughts waiting
forever to
be collected,
diverse and sure,
glowing and cold.
-
Liminal Earth
What are mountains
before we knew
the tectonics
we really don’t?
I prick the sea
for lore I might
rudder into.
-
When the Game Is Over I Will Breathe
Mount Jupiter is lower
and greener than The Brothers
or the reaches of Constance,
relaxing from god.
-
Miscellaneous Summer Tide
Telamonic screeholding up my scattering
infamy
to the windlessness,as my royalty flickers
to a porchlight, grey with mosquitos.
-
To the Gathering
To the gathering
of wizards
I bring
my
attention,
and a small
vocabulary of warm
oaths to keep primarily
to
myself.
When the pizza
finally
arrived,
we felt like
passengers
walking gingerly
off the head of a long
anaconda line into
the Chapel
itself,
altogether
and solitary.
The most powerful
elements are
conspiring
to
satisfy.
-
How Else, My Soul?
A safe needle
container lies
open on the
park bench. Empty
of its content,
her last surmise
glows to a lull.
-
Fishing in a Rill
Am I afraid
of anything
anymore, now
that the angles
are all chartreuse,
and a starling
lives in my shade?
-
Dilating the Porous
What a union;
if we knew how
to real in calm
whenever we
cast off coolness,
fifty years wouldn’t
fuddy our spring.
-
Averting Gestalt
The assertive
brontosaurus
kept getting stern
looks from store clerks
whenever he
met the forest
in their furtive.