Saturday, June 14, 2008

leap, my thin, thin rail thin snow leopard

snow leopard, you

were in the powder

jumping

and

i

cannot understand

how it all

wanders away

just like that 

when i look upon you

jumping in the powder


go to bed

into those 

sheets

and, when you wake

to find me absent

and the sky on fire

fall to your knees

at the window

and

vanish

into the ether

for i will be fishing

in a new pond, now

yet it an extraordinary one

and

its believing

that one day

you may 

rise from the water

smiling

like a snow leopard

approaching

through the dry

snow

that keeps

me returning

to sit at the shore

casting my line


the pale shore

the dark water

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Sunday Night

As soon as I tire of the television,
of its multiplication and division,
of its reproductive glands and antennae, 
calibrated to a communion with all that 
is banal and starless and without the 
pretty anger of aggressive ghosts-

I will set off aflame, asunder from the sofa
my spirit ablaze with spirits spilling through
me like burning nebulae, forward
swimming infernos. 

bringing with me
nothing of importance - 
only memories of the 
positions of a morbid dance - 

O, to saunter through
the wet grass which releases from the earth in 
clumps into the cow's face like chemotherapy 
hair, only to soak up the unwavering nuclear mist of radiation, 

and to once more engage with something potent 
and vicious, enough of this soft and formless
tranquilized energy I've grown so accustomed
to. I see myself now, staring into the green 
glowing eyes of something exhumed and standing 
in the graveyard. something having merged
with its disease, satan and god all twisted 
together like braiding the boundless hair
of fire and lightning.

water sinking into sand -  a wreath of sumac 
twisting with stinging nettles.

O, to rub my back upon this, allowing the blisters -
to become a set of clustering lens from 
which to understand the visions of
discomfort - a garden of spider eyes
growing from the muscles of my back

to expel this general anesthetic, 
fallen to my knees before the train station -
letting the rabbits gather around me, 
quitting their fucking and fur grooming  
if only for a moment - 
to eliminate from me all these drowsy
blood cells. 

only if i tire of the television