No Ordinary Moments

When people cry in corners

and worms populate my drive to school,

the odor is right;

the solution is highly plausible,

and I begin to rub it all over

the people I meet.

During lunch the chef talked about religion

and the man that sat across

from me lost his wife a week ago.

He looked like a skyscraper

with shrimp tails waving

in the heat of the façade.

I felt a book under my bed begin

to rise from the onion volcano.

There were answers in the vapor

and remedial laughter.

We just stared at each other

through the fire.

Coyotes Becoming...

I found this coyote skeleton on a nature hike the other day. The clouds seem to sort of mirror the image of the coyote skeleton as if suggesting an afterlife. It struck me with an invocation of the intriguing and existential binary of life/death, body/spirit, Earth/heaven ...&c.

Time

Valerian

I shouldn’t take

These herbs, because

I will handle the tablets

of mummies.

Perhaps, nightmares of

crumbling clay faces

will actual my quickening.

With broken

Ears and teeth

I am welcomed

In the unraveling of servants.

And for my

foolish prying of hinges

I unearth myself in attics.

The Word "is"

I will write

That tremendously

Intriguing phrase

On a note card

And tack it

To my wall

And I will

Look at it

Every day

Until it ceases

To have

Any meaning

At all.

When Flowers Turn to Clouds

Time passes

And you don’t know

What I do

In the morning

In the heavy day

In the light of solar rays

What I live for

Where I stand on the

So called important issues

What I believe in

And whom I love

How far I’ve travelled

And my abandonment

And embracement

Of things and people

And my reasons why

And then I hear your voice

And I remember that

Time passes by.

I’ll See You Soon

*

There are trees moving

In the twilight

outside my window.

They are whispering.

I am listening

to an old friend.

Diamonds reflect the many faces.

There are many places underground

and in the thicket.

I was known by the name of Davian.

*

Light shimmers through

The chlora-fingers

And the clouds smile back at me.

When the darkness came,

we lit a fire

and camped under the evergreens

The old bass in the lake

sleep with pagan

faces watching.

I speak with animals

in the waking

of a tide washing.

Wings with wolf-body

Turn paws to clouds

And I feel unusual

…and interesting.