Founding Ripples

The sly ways the rocks
of shadowy centuries curl
in layers that argue about
whose time was formative.

How contrary and contiguous
generations writhe against
the only order they could
be born in and laid down in.

Like when a married couple
arrange sheets and quilts
to be seen in the daylight
then tousled over at night.

Children hear their parents cry
behind closed doors and wonder
if and when such seriousness
will fall in pall upon their play.

How might the mighty trip
from where they stand into
little understood furrows
and weep unconsoled.

The poet wakes prematurely
shuffling cards of the previous
week of bumping up against
the hidden order’s jumble.

He rounds up chaotic cattle
as an artist, rope on saddle,
trained barking dog in mind
vague idea of unfolding corral.

Isn’t it true and useful too
that the day takes and shapes
clues into firm repercussions
rooted in yesterly riddles.

How might the mighty trip
from where they stand into
little understood furrows
and weep consoled.

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Half Ago Finally Defined

 

I never did
half of what
I said
I would’ve done
had I not
followed

The hard path
from the road
to now
looking around
but not back
doubting

held hand
sends signs
unmoved
letting go
might find the
unloved

cannot sleep
rise write
one line
life and a half
ago finally
defined

teaspoon
to stir up
flames
cup and a half
true false
claims

things we know
and don’t care
might
dig us holes
leave air
straight

why must
a poem be
about?
Is there not
enough word
without?

spin from old
partly built
memories
fields fine
like electric
complicity

still dark
wonder what’s
outside
the boundaries of
what I’ve
decided

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Page Turning

page turning
back to foreground
mystery
clues mounting
conspiracy
how they count
so they can’t
but implicate
liability
in the logic
more implicit
than humility
semblance pushed
off the cloud
cold fronted
descent to drop
accumulation
around a pellet
biographical
guilt emerges
interitance
heavy urges
fabrication
age from time
complexified
fear from frown
step of leap
heat of chamber
intensifier
according to plan
intelligensia
in control
confusion
straw to strew
transition
sock to shoe
degradation
hurt to shame
necessity
hunger to hunt
intolerance
for any random
allowance for
the tangential
we will
chain the chains

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Contrathetical

Love is a long list
that can’t be memorized.
Joy is the other half of
a life that cries.

Which one first –
the quirk or the trend?
Which one second –
the middle or the end?

How does the honey
get into the hive?
How do one and six
give birth to five?

[chorus]
One hand tests the other
doubt provides coherence
blind spots in my skin
weakness is my strength
where the eyes branch out
is where the stars begin.

[verse]
Got married three times
on the marry-go-round.
I felt til feelings fell
like snow over the ground.

My canyon is a bellows
blowing across my valley
air in and out
pointedly carefree.

Love is a long walk
along a long coastline
half in hot sand
half in cold brine.

[chorus]
One hand tests the other
doubt provides coherence
blind spots in my skin
weakness is my strength
where the eyes branch out
is where the stars begin.

 

[verse]
Bbm7 / F7 / Gm7 ///
Bbm7 / F Edim7 Am7 ///
FMa9 /// Bb7 ///
Gm7 /// F9 ///
Gm7 / Am7 / Bb6 ///

[chorus]
Cm7(viii) /// Bb69(vi) //
Dm7(x) / Bbdim7(ix) / Ab69(iv) ///
Cm7 /// Bb69 ///
Am7 /// G11 ///
Bb // B7 Am9 ///
Eb6 / Dm7 / Eb6 ///

 

 

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Let Your Blood Flow

 

Opening your eyes
emptying your sleep
into each daybreak
is perfectly unique.

The healthy mind comes
from all that is
nothing is in charge
of the quo status.

Saying good morning
every single morning
doesn’t have to follow
a stale old pattern.

When your winds blow
let your rains in
when your feelings flood
let your blood flow
full of nature’s glow.

Everything we do
every time we do it
is best brand new
not just repeated.

Half of the human brain
magnifies details while
the opposing half
lumps them together.

When love kisses my
cheek back or neck
it’s never happened before
raw and unexpected.

When your winds blow
let your rains in
when your feelings flood
let your blood flow
full of nature’s glow.

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How the Game is Played

Always found sitting around
square but multidimensional
as simple as a hand working
right and left to mold
with borderless art to make
the next step unique.

One usually runs away
in its own direction even
though tossed together
a short randomized walk
like a teetering drunk
quickly brought right back.

When celibate not enough
happens and in narrow circles
too chaste to generate
the atoms and particles
the clouds of probability
we see in our reality.

When in large groups
they look and act the same
uninterpretable in numbers
greater than a rich dozen
they pile up cannot be read
with the confusion of the dead.

Not singly but in duos
they determine all decisions
when found alone look
around for its kinsman
or its lately lost lover
without a match nothing moves.

If you and I were two such
neither simple nor too much
I would fill your potential
determinations and you
would pin down to gleeful fate
my half-baked free state.

What are we?

 

 

(dice)

 

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Faith Like Grain

Like you care for a bamboo
in Phoenix
like you nurture a cactus
on Cape Cod
the lurking immanence needs
a nice voice.

Speak to it in a personal
patois
utter the right reason
in season
your low intonation will feed
the unexpressed.

Like a child latent
hold your impatience
the making unrealized
the silence composed.

What you know for sure
is not yet
ready to go into the world
of warm sweat
give it a home of safe and pure
forgetting.

Faith like grain has a great
calling
fallen, threshed and crushed
promising
to mature in the day of dashed
hopes.

If you stick with it
it will become
the power of the deadly
and live-giving sun.

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