Poles

ADVENTURES OF A TONGUE

Hungry while reading
-- the poles of a being

in hungering waiting
as to derail the meaning --

and pushing the gaze
through the sea of the surface

of trees of the letters
page-grown and seeking

the seeding for something,
a flower in the window,

a flash on the page
like untouched flesh.




UNEXPLORED MINES

-- affirmations of love
beautiful tits
I think I would be in heaven to hear more

like childhood again, the joys


crystalline wavelets
of sun on cloth

through the golden oil
glass carafe


ATHENS

Lying there in the dark
reincarnation

came up -- and how surprising it is
most people happen still

to believe it -- reflecting
perhaps the persisting

mythologies
-- the wishes of widows, children

under long trees,
wishing for new games

or a different neighborhood,
I

suggested, and she,
turning

a little,
agreed, as the breathing

night
bloomed

us between the peaceful
coastlines, but --

then I said, but

maybe there's more to it -- like,
life, being

apparent only to the limited
senses, I mean,

matter's elegant
patterns are one

thing -- but the idea
of the soul's not

so silly, you know?
We debated a little, but

we tired -- it was late --
and by the time

the next day
came

our minds
were on to other matters.

MY EYE PHONE

"...that was then..."

--telling an endless tale--

"...this is now..."

floating designs

bound in this particular

angle of light given off by moving

grammar-wheels

of the story

("made no sense when I brought it

out of the dream"),

map, but not of my journey,

copy

of the first

copy of the first

copy,

"[b]eyond that half-opened

door"... "Here I am" -- as the middle

-name component of my personality suddenly

appears

and a world opens up, inbent, outlooking,

ego-heliocentric but partaking

of the party of others,

a photograph of a snowflake

falling from the Middle Ages

to our present Iron Age,

the laughing loris

speaking the turtle’s language

learned of the birds,

and suddenly it’s all as if

water has been thrown over

a floor of dust to reveal

a mosaic of beautiful creatures.

IN A ROOM AT NIGHT

I had thought
the thought

as highways,
spent, burned,

blended with ocean,
desert cliches,

but chided
myself

for spending the day
that brought me here

in music
penless as if proud

without transcription
in the day's mirrors.

Too tired for it now,
with a voice

in the dark
bright as the field

I range
when my eyes

close, egging
the hand

on -- the sheet
is as blank

as the sky
sailing

me out of sight.



POEM AS KEPT WATCH

"if you work hard you'll remember
things other people won't remember"

--so said Gramps, giver of speeches,
speech from his head giving

nearly predictable but not quite --
he traces and retraces -- patterns

that send us over and out
of the slavery of conditions

and thoroughly back into the zone
where we remember how reading

unknits the dead
gaze, leaps

the slow moving hand
takes back through

a page packed
with meaning

a hardworking motherer.


A POET

He lived for a line, silent in an armchair

watching the kids talking,
searching around in his head.

I used to send him things,
sometimes he'd reply,

Then he dropped off the map for a while.

Recently I heard from him, though.
"Would you stop bothering me?"

So I did, and came here to tell you
about it, the next generation, anyway.



----
Indo-Greek
......


lizard, lamb, fruit, butterfly (patterns on kids' clothes)

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COLLECTIONS FOR A COLLAGE

espresso eccellente
& Greeksalad
&Frenchfries

in Marco Polo
before flying
from Armenia to China --

Sunday afternoon

sweet sleep
light
orange
tablecloth

woman in flowing
dresses
on the screen
with glorious secrets.


...some trial trenches...

EAHTR

...forgotten and neglected region...

"unshakeable roots"

"But in the period of reconstruction that followed the victory of the North, power in the South fell once again into the hands of the old ruling families, who saw to it that the disloyal Appalachians were starved of resources... railroad... quarrying of coal... felling of timber... tourists... radio... to the ears of most Americans in the 1920s... 'A and R' men... New York or Hollywood... Arkansas to Alberta... Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers... 'New South'... 'sunbelt', as far west as Texas and Arizona."


"...where you can watch all your current episodes..."



Abraham + Sarah = Brahma + Sarai ?!

Rideshare from Ventura area (to wherever and at no time in particular)

topic posted Sun, September 26, 201


COMBINATIONS

-- in whatever combinations

--SPACE WARRIOR
schoolboy backpack

--bunches of grapes in a mountainous sky
on a box in a bus

chugging through space
with voices

powerlines
mountains

in the window
wind

from the city
and back

dreaming of the cheesiest pizza
man with shattered hair

helping on a little redjacketed schoolboy
watching the same road,

rubbing the heads,
flying down, golden shining

motes
of dandruff

from a new haircut,
in the cold city sky

mountain
environs

--men selling
hats, meat

electronics
watching

the helmeted greenjacketed
men -- needing

to be getting
elsewhere

friend
calling a friend

"he knows English"
--thinks in his language

forgetting
personal stake

a mote
drinking milk

with cellphone songs
never finished

being talked
being soaring

with strings
in a vessel

resounding
getting work

done
for beauty

homemade-pie
for little daughter

watching
SPACE WARRIOR

with dried grapes
from the harvest

friends,
drinking

no-one
knowing

so many
sight to say

I've seen
-- he throws

his bottle out
the window

and changes the song.



HIGHER STANDARDS

You smell like shit! I was alone
before this,

Eating a sandwich
In my head and having a good time.




moon on wing, child in language
across barriers -- space, time
--"beep" -- in the big room
where the sun is
and the balls, swooping




JIAOHE

Sunset on the old city,
I walked from the family well,
Full of characteristics,
Past the government
Temples and clinics,
Sat on a bench and watched it.

Thought, song, tree,
birds,
in the trees, breathing,

-- eating a strawberry cracker,

composed,
golden stones

believing in nothing
but what comes--
a waste of life
by virtue of living
from belief before,
confirmed, rooted

THE ELEMENTS
done, night -- dawning.

Old brother (not older)
sorry to have forgotten
yore glory
but we always
suspected -- told again



CLEOPATRA (tissuebox brand)
-Greek opportunity for overtaking godhead (Egypt was flesh place for it)


"As God Wills" (in "good time")



Estrella Archs

===
----
Focus...
..Florus...
--Homer Dubs (theory of golden idol from west)

POEM WITHOUT SCALE

the transference of a ring
the sharing of an orbit

with a figure that attracts

...hardly exists...

between folds
of the Map

-- containing them --

and the Map hardly does
-- floating as it is

between wings and a spine

-- joining them together
-- if you are here

to breathe it in
-- don't think too

hard on the winter
colors sucking

summer out to final
drowning embrasure

-- or the vanishing
dance party,

the voices
of a family

that gets history right
(likes each other);

or carbon
dating.



POEM

The theoretical apparatus
of a dream vocabulary

winces in the field
the wind

created
in the eye

moving, a constant
streaming of unknown

letters,
unreceived, unreplied

to -- the mistaken
encounter --

the stain on the jacket
in the mirror,

sunflower
seeds scattered

over the black splay
of the scarf

-- what endless
reaching

down through any
word, image

breathing
reveals not

stories, down there

seething, the inevitable
creatures,

of random genetic drift.


Secret Track

In ... life
it was okay

to revolve
from highway to home

and back in,
born in

the yellow house,
ride and remain

here. Rise and fall.
Harvest.

***

Choosing carefully is only half the battle,
To speak nothing of winning the war; the rest

roams the lands of the stores
and the books and the bookstores.

We loved the albums
because they contained us, things

we couldn't understand
on first listen.

Somewhere to dwell
for an hour or a season.

Something Else was winter;
Is This It the summer;
And ah! the Exile spring;
and I remember -- Amnesiac fall.

Back with you in this room --
try and give them all a place
in the 4-track-mind, touring
the country with as many wheels.





(seasonal offerings, all freshly squeezed)