Trippel Drive

I met two of my old best friends
with a pair of binoculars.

I saw one kid throw a dirt clod
at another kid. I put the binoculars

away and eventually I was standing
below them at the base of a dirt mound.

The classic stand off
of boyhood:

Two new kids
in the neighborhood;

the other,
staking claim to his territory.

The day was shadowless
with a light dust in the breeze.

I saw the one kids eye twitch
so I quickly grabbed a 2X4

and began to run full-speed at him.

Then, I planted the end of the 2X4 into
the ground and pole-vaulted

over a huge hole in the earth
from which the dirt mound

had been displaced.

They stood with terror and excitement
as I flailed over the abyss

screaming like a blood thirsty eagle.

Everything went by in slow-motion,
the sounds of an old Bruce Lee film filled the air

and the moment my feet hit the ground,
we were friends for life.

Going Away Party

You broke my heart
in the morning.

Then we had cake.

It was the worst
piece of cake I ever ate.

Even the milk was unreal.

Autumnal Slap

*

Leaves fall

cathedral, oblique.

Did I just imagine 

it all. And now

the bark falls

off the sycamore 

like the flesh 

off my bones.

My pastoral static

cryptic in the pyramids 

of oak, ash and thorn,

the low weeping 

tentacles, electric,
methuselah. 

*

You folded your arms

like a mummy

and in 11 words

my silent ferris wheel 

           eyes 

hung darkful over oceans.

Autumnal Coming

Leaves
begin to fall.

The deer
have returned

to the light
from the canopy.

Two squirrels
spiral up a poplar.

A spiderweb
and the branch of an oak

come together
as a dream catcher.

This is communion.

August 8th

We were so stoked
that mid-summer

afternoon,

when the crop duster
swooped down

and increased our buzz.

I was compelled
to take off all my cloths,

so I did.

And leaped off the deck
like one of the dogs

disturbing

the cloud of bluegill below.

Occultation

Beneath the sulfuric kettlestorm lies the lost river of Kame; the uprush of megastructures shorten the intercept time in the projection of the spine. The nacreous worm's-eye spews ejecta into the ecosphere. The faunal assembly is where certain creatures in the footwall have begun to swell. I've lost hope in capturing a good shot of this rusted old tricycle against the weeping of the tesla-alloy outcrops. Some order-disorder in the undergrowth has upset my stomach and I can't locksteady in the mud pot while zonal-turtles pry at the subaerial crustlayer.

The Hominins

*
Come here
antelope;

I will hold
your antlers

in a sexy pose
with other men

all scrolled out
in chronology.

Real tough guys.

*
It is evident
by the shapes

of our heads
that we were

attracted to
the alien women.

Shutters

I guess,
I feel
most like myself

in the early
morning.

I wake up
probing
for my camera

to take pictures
of shadows on the wall:

the dream-
catcher
of an oak,

an ash,
the thorn-

like projections
of the ass-
end of a sparrow,

Venetian
shutters

turned horizontal
by the oblique
rays of a star,

my bones
locked steady for the capture.

Interregnum

False faces

in terrarium.

antlers and
horns.

Burrow,
over shoulder

eyes

resemble tiny
human footprints.

Claw structure.

Habitat:

in the hollow
of bones.

Pelvic gurgle,

pastoral stream.

Back seat
dream-mummy

probing
for the stick

shift.