The Great Spy Daughter

call it what you will, but
we don't really know
why we like it this way

when we're alone in a
room, but strangely in love
as roy says, only the lonely

drink ice like its water
calling all daughters

daughters that water their ice
more than their fathers can tell
ice that can't argue
always has a hold on the well

my mother can
always tell

Pornography for President

The world is not made of coward porn
only, but objects transformed into
human feelings. Feelings make
objects feel like cowards and porn
is feelings transformed. It lays
two bodies in contract with each other
to experience the object as feeling.
Why object to feelings, calls the
coward. Why not porn that
redeems the world?
Brave New Porn.
Out we step into a coward's feeling world.

the nights are getting shorter now

once upon an alabaster
....turncoat of a day, every
step we took was sacred
I'll explain why:

it filled the exact shape of our foot
it was a foot carrying half of
....the weight of your best friend's eyes,

you know it. I understand
you've been running from the man
that goes by the name of Sandman.

Eagles, Hurricanes,
.....this is terrible. But when
they stop, it's as sweet as heaven
spreading its legs.

Don't repeat this.
....You can swim in it
like
....pudding with fingers.
And don't write home without
pulling on your face first.
You might catch it, you're allergic.

But Wonderland Won't Come

Nothing like a little pot to ease the griffins.
Lion and bird mating into a monstrosity
in the head. See these sad guitars,

They stick like tin men in ears
With words worming into pigeons.
How many of these guys do you think
has a mustache?

Well, yes. I've thought about that,
too. But that hasn't yet convinced me
I should shave mine. I should, but
.....I won't stop.

Wonderland is for pussies. But the
netherworld? For dicks.

Netherworld fucks
..........Wonderland.

Gone Where Who

blue blew nowhere
and blew a blue nun
in a blue monastery where something blew
that was blue regardless of where it blew

it blew, blue nuns knew
what blew in these blues
blew prayers with blue hands
to a blue God, we blew

Photos of the Drowned

blow did blew, up in blue
bubbling blue water blew
by sadness blue, downward blew
flying by the blowing blew, to waste the blues

it blew by the blue camera
blue for photographs that blew
blew out its snapshot, and dead at last, turned blue
and swallowed a blue boy named "Blew"

Hands, Toes

we wait, no weight in tow

the weight of our long wait

is one wait shorter than the weight of the human toe

one hand waits, for holding weight

is lighter than to stand in wait

we sit in weight, we sit and wait

Girl On Go

Wait! I hold my weight
...upon a weighted moment waits
only here are waiting weights

that blue weights in wait
walk then wait in weighted shoes
to weight wait in a strong, sad go hand

King of Bones

a man moves
in, like click,
...click, click

blinking photos
...in his darkest
sight, he is living

.....in you now
our home is
....his, and we

know thrones
....still never
knowing seconds

and first glances
......turn worthless
as regret, one

...lost moment is
another's only
......chance to know

these bones
...will never go
...bones don't grow

all of us are sick

we open,
it comes
in like
a cancer
let it, learn
it's lesson
but do not
let it carry
you with
it, keep
what you
need
and what you
really know
know what
to hold close
and what to
let go

The Temples

We must learn from
......the temples of the past

And today they found Atlantis

Just as he described it.

We can live underwater,
.....beneath the Strait
of Gibraltar

We can breathe
........anywhere

We can build our city
......like a temple,
.....in four directions of
..the world horizon,

A shrine at the center

We can build our lives
.....like our city

A shrine at the center

An inexhaustible point
....from which to come

Perfect, Always

The Sturgeon of Old Europe

Water never changes,
and true sturgeon move
...................like fossils

On the bottom,
heading for Malta

Where they stay
for a very long time

Where their bones
......will not die

Challenge:

write a poem titled "The Sturgeon of Old Europe"

March 9 Haiku

I can outlast this
said the Mountain one day to
the Unending Rain

In Your Company

At night, the rain is louder, and it lives
...in a chamber with your voice, and I sit
with the sound all around me and in me,
...and I let it go through me. At night, we
use our voices differently and it sounds
...like louder than secrets, like whispered
wisdom, and the rain knows, and we know
...it, too. At night, the birds are silent, but
they're watching, and we don't mind that
...they're watching, we are watching, too,
and all of us see it and feel it and hear it, so
...the trees become beds and beds become
dirt and skies become dreams in these hours
...without sleep. At night, we are all buzzing
with the wisdom of the rain and we are
...growing and dripping right out of our
selves. At night, we stay dry and only one
...of us breathes at a time, we know to stay
empty if we want to truly listen to the rain.
...At night, there are no memories, only
moments and moments keep going and all
...of us are coming, without anything, only
sound within silence, and inside the silence
...we are all watching, but only one of us
is breathing and we know how to listen to
...the rain.

Haiku 10:49 am

What am I without
all of this? I am blinking.
I am one with it.

The Bridge

Long way down
........so, please
Hold on
....to something

Shame Those Stars

Today, I want Paris

.....Tomorrow, nothing

I won't remember
.....what I wanted

Now, we want whimsy
.....castles upon
..........trolley cars

We will walk like we own it
........................like glowing

.......By far
......when sparkling

....Not their motion

without fortune

I will kiss the valleys last
....because

I won't want
.....what I remember

Today, The Sun Is Shining

Today, the sun is shining
.......and I like that, like
it's feeding me little drops
....of bright fire

Now these funerals
........,, are lapsing
So I'm taking them

Are you coming?

Now I'm moving
.....without thinking

Are we leaving?

Are we heading with
........ long strides

And was it always so full
.........of such disaster?

I will not go without
The Knowing
.....unless not knowing is

I will not go unless I'm ready
which is to say I will not go

Now my words are weaving
.......into me, but I know
Where we are going

Like insects,
....our days are numbered, but
we don't understand
........how much so

Like blinking,
......we are dying

And I love you like
......Water

And today, the sun is shining.

Via Negativa

In dreams, I don't have a name
....and animals are the same as me
I'm rooting for us

Today, I can't shake it
....I want nothingness, to know nothing, to
Center down into abasement

At night, we make out like bandits
....but anything can take us
And anything does.

He says, All my people love me
...I say, go dream yourself some animals
Please. Listen to yourself

Me, I'll take my silence like a Quaker
....speak if I am moved
But I will not be frivolous

Me, I'll take my mornings like a farmer
....without land, take my sunlight
Like it's supper, like I need it

Me, I will bear witness to my evenings
.....let them speak to me like sentences, I am
Watching, I will see it

When they open and spew forth
....what sits behind the silences, I will
see it, I will take it like a gift

Me, I'll take my day times like a dreamer
.....and see myself in all of us
Then sleep like the dead