Monday, October 15, 2018


two
in the morning
a woman sobbing
on my street
hesitates
a moment
to gather something up
her scarf
a tissue
then
in great gulps
unevenly
receding
stunned and stumbling
her cries
subsiding
until
briefly
overlain
with a dog's sharp
cry
of pain







how
the mind
steeped in
strains out
dilemmas

now
I see
with a
green tea
mind



Sunday, October 14, 2018

day's dark done

did
walk
saw
many
children

saints
(latter day)
have a place here
a street address

do they learn
Japanese
quickly

count
kanji
one two three
thousand

made bowled boats
coracles
from wood pulp clay
they
may not float
these boats
they're for children

saints
say
we can change into them after death
after our day's
dark,
done

but
winning
over
sinning
doesn't matter
here
we're tired

even for saints
it's
time for bed



Saturday, October 13, 2018

postscript (painting)


as 
of 
af Klimt
a
spiritual
mediation -

to the
American
critic
who said she 
wasn't

 "...any more interested in the particulars of "
her  "belief systems than 
the mysticism" 

of 
Agnes Martin 
or

" the numerical systems and Mayan hieroglyphs" 

of
 Alfred Jensen
so

ignoring
charged space
right there
in the eye.

An end result

could be
she sees

american pragmatism w/o James

a Shaker table
without the
rattled soul.

Free to do so.

Go ahead and look. 

I can't go there 
where 
empty's
omitted.





Friday, October 12, 2018

falling down

Old houses disappear
under green
and gross neglect.
Note
here
homes
die from rot
insects
earth tremors
the sea.
To tear down
makes ground
more valuable
so they stay
shuttered,
standing,
aslant.

Kuras,
that is
the storehouses
of grain and goods
not wood,
stone sturdy and rarer,
remain longer,
repurposed.

Farmers
keep
plastic,
metal
until
they brittle, rust
beyond roping
and riveted repair.
Their field economy
extends to
buildings
which are
bundled,
broken debris
seeking
employment.

What can be saved?
Houses and storerooms,
farms and fields
will once again flood,
decay
rivaling
city
ruin,
woodland
loss.

Under
slowly rising seas
we remember things
always fall down
around us -
never
long
before
that fact
reasserts itself.

s e v e n h o l y f e a r s




1
the jewel -
small fears
that necklace,
brooch-fastened,
or pierced ear
ordinary,
reliably
present


2

the flush -
you just enough
axially off,
wobbling
indeterminately


3

the flange -
terminal
rib, collar or rim,
smells of hypocrisy
held in


4
the drum -
vigilant,
animal longing,
an incessantly
hungry hole



5
the veil -
through which all women
sense all things
that
define
surround


6
the candle -
that illuminates
but never warns,
the cave companion
enticement


7
the word -
abused
relocks
the box
fled from,
too late








"Let go of the past, let go of the future, and let go of what is in between, transcending the things of time. With your mind free in every direction, you will not return to birth and aging."
- 24.348 Dhammapada