Thursday, March 31, 2011

Holes

Through a little hole


I climbed out


Saw the stars


Beautiful cataclysmic universe


Coming at me way too fast


I'd like to focus all my life


On one twinkling freckle


In the face of this great mother


But she died without warning, and I'll die too


Back into another hole I go

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Narcissus

Through the labyrinth of laws Controlling the cosmos Celestial bodies Orbits of planets and moons Something started spinning With water, light, movement Time was envisioned and freed All I had was a moment In this miracle of lights Then amnesia set in Sent me back to the darkness Within these labyrinthine layers Of chaos and sound And profligate echoes I lost you

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Hall of Trees


Driving across Mississippi
Is like driving through a hall of trees
Wonder what the natives
Made of these

Elegant, aristocratic,
Reaching for the sky
Rooted earthward yet giant
In my mind

I see longboats, spears,
Looms for something spinning,
Winning till the white man
Tore them down

And cutting through this sanctuary
We now have carved a road
Found a box to put the funny
Red men in

These ghosts with leaves and thistles
In the wind like arrows whistle
But there has been a crime
In their blue sky

These trees have seen it all
Know the Natchez, saw the fall
In this hall of trees I am small
But I drive in

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Children

They are from another planet
Know nothing of our world
Questions so ridiculous
They make you laugh in joy
What is inside an apple?
“An apple.”
What is inside the sun?
“Fire. Hot, hot fire.”
Where does God sleep?
“He doesn’t. He’s God.”
Where is love, anyway?
“In your questions.
In my tired, bewildered eyes.”

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Coherence

I can be coherent
Like a drunk on Sunday morning
When he has to he can
Make it to the church

I can be irreverent
Like a preacher lusting, leering
With my sermon, words just
Floating on the wind

I can be a martyr
On that cross you see me writhing
Is there someone who can guide me
From this tomb

I can be connected
Like a telegram or modem
But I prefer to lie here
In the dust