Archive for September, 2007

Soil Womb (Morning)

September 24th, 2007

Waking: lodged in a tunnel
like a seed between teeth
& forgetting if I was sounding for surface
or beetling deeper beneath.

Roots slip under my ribs
like an ocean’s salt current
glides into shark blood by the gills.

They’ll grow into my skin,
graft to my bones if I lie still,
shore up my skeleton.

I never keep still.

I wriggle and worm
free of the soil’s soft glove,
straining for whatever’s above,
regretting it right away,

climbing into the truth of hours
a windmill badly fitted
against gales off the whirled-up bay.


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Horizon Blade (Evening)

September 24th, 2007

You cold hour,
come cut this sun,
halve it, quarter it,
slice finer and finer,

feed & fatten clouds
on its staining marrow.


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Night

September 3rd, 2007

So shivered these hours are,
each one rattling my frame a bit more

– like soil gone shaky
beneath a little cabin’s timbers

And up above,
orange cuts in night’s black blanket:

Stars are always being harvested

– Soon there will be none
by which to find oceans

Or escape them


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The Hawk

September 3rd, 2007

I feel her broad span’s pulse
& know to put away the brush,
paints blanched of color with each pass.

No cry or claw, just arc of wing,
blacking wing soft slits the sky again,
blading wing through all my lying canvas.

Naked struts & timbers grid behind –
crooked weft of snapping woodbone –
endless splinter, endless rot, unashamed.


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