thinking of a dream about travel

the train going through quick
yellow expanse of waving
seed and swishing leaf
docks and airports jolts and wash
cliff to calm and cold dark
water like cellophane too clear
and too reflective to be real
as though the rains came
just to make a splash

but the movement of cities,
clocks, is familiar wherever
the voices, cars, neighbors,
strangers, richer or poorer
better or worse, dreaming or hopeless,
I hear them all at night.
their slow breaths careful explanations
"the farm was sold and"
"can you spare some change man?"
"I've never been so alone"
"How I've missed you..."

children lovers thieves
three tied close to a dream tangible
longed after, sparkling and impossible
and the object doesn't matter
but the reaching out of a hand

watching "Koyaanisquatsi"

Forward stretch of ground of hill in march
these altitudes growth dust atmostphere and echoes,
endless volume of empty space and unimagined circumstances all spin, binary systems, milk moons

Telescopic vision of events: click unfolded map of earth, the books mention agriculture population art geography capitalism science of libraries full, frames and frames of film: the bottom of the ocean; jellyfish, acrobats, puppets, cartoon fishing hook, dangling fly,
the stuff that sinks slow to the bottom

Acres of relief: mountain range, water, valley, birdsnest on a balcony, New York City, endless humanity, one and another waiting in line at the deposit

We're worth words ideas new process of thought so that this living is never boring

Behind the march of process of time the parade of envelopes, parachutes, trees, packages with addresses and stamps, news pamphlets biographies religion print to gather, run, find ocean and

Wars, O
nights, O
oh what a luck to find oneself
dropping through the floor and such surprise

To all your fleets, emperors queens and royal betweens, leaders and machines, butterflies in chorus bare wings.

Each wing stares blank from eyes shot red as one of your rounds hit the mark

thankful, moon

Thankful, moon

Reflective- That your
pale face should flash
a coin of true value
into the cup.

Thankful, too,
eventful and
what happened?

She went down,
you came up.
Before long,
the opposite.

Why compete amongst ourselves?
It's much easier to love everyone.

no, everyone

our body is the world.
each is given one bit
to turn over, but look-

each bit is part of each other's bit

and so we converse,
foot to brain,
as though we were different.

shapes, sizes, various colors and purposes differ widely - but arise from That we have in common
this Body we're attatched to

praised be That
which Thinks
and makes us kick

june 22 2006

planet

Tomorrow might come before I sleep,
before we expect it,
because we're mistaken,
thinking our day to day life
is or isn't-
But on such a night
we can't but mistake the world
for a glass ball floating in the ocean
because we too are on such a beautiful boat.

august 2006

thief and law

Nighttime then and
maybe no verses, maybe a few
if the window's open
the air might have something to say,
but there are other factors too
the pen only has so much ink
if it's four o'clock in the morning
i might drop it midsentance
it nearly happened just now
but the cat's jumped in the window
and sirens followed.
The two pace together, nights,
theif and law.

dedication

Dedication
during such announcements
as talking histories
topple brick
colomn crack

early interruption
projected on a screen
circle of footprints
swirling dust

envelope closed
anthemic anecdote
curious clothes
mr. wristwatch
staircase

and all the rest of this
empty apartment, and
all the rest of these pages
are all yours

no seal official

No seal official,
nor signature print
nor rolling explanations
for rheteric

Just this moment
around words
that spark and clatter
sputter and jump as though living?

Whose mouth is the silo
the battery of rockets
the flue pouring smoke?

Days passing
no matter what was said