visions_version_23rd

here words end
incorporated paper gems

roman numeral bends     
ties undone again
permanently tin
and porcelain

visions_versions_s

under an aluminum sky
the window of opportunity slides
shut with each gust
the foam picks up
what the river lets
go and take this paddle
beat that current
beat that breeze
beach that bok
in the cattails
in the spring

letters_o

o is for oppossumm
possibly awesome
needle nose plenum
narrow line seldom
diagonal at best
mars catalyst
soup strainer tress

visions_versions_c1

cold hands stack
cylinders ceramic
bustelo black

with soft acts
morning peeks back
windows frost tracks

visions_version_b1

on the back road
every breath steam
every sentence unseen
temples of trees
bend and lean
extant and fulcrum
compression tension sum
up syllables remote

a chance with pine leaves
hands condemned to pitch
eternity here holding
dry water of winter
the scalding cold
scaffolding bones with work undone
decembers deionized ones

visions_version_a1

where are the boats
with bows pitching
into the blow
ice lines phantom tight
frozen fingers waving
at gulls who never look
cold as aluminum

lists_b9

two cormorants of dawn
incomprehensible
erratic wings
flying in_land
looking to_water
down the king
of fluid medium
swimming
as much as thinking

chitown

perfect light stretches day into legs
striding on hotchocolate shoes
down wide avenues
including complex intersects
that beacon and balk
five ways deciding ties

the saving grace of the graveyard
may be more pond than pagoda
under granite names so tired
a permanent rest taken for granted
the rattle of the elevated
the roar of the jet
the peace of grass
waiting to be cut

lists b_5

the back road always empty
full with deep dark
in spring frogs
replaced by september crickets
still blacker before the snow visits
an approximation of the leaves
here on earth on the back road
alone among the snaps and edges of cold
out on this two tone
moon skirted by
solids of many lines
luck is northern nights
columns of white
or shivers of nav lights
courses set on ice
 

red shift

giant leaps steps
left in blue paint
right as rain
pooling in the lake
snare staccato plaster
frames the curvilinear plane
brass with all soft fifths of tonics
rips runs on the pillars of mnemonics
sawing in half time to sink
the sun as wave and spin
referential physics remain hidden
let the pelikan alone to stay in
play on and atom a given

catia_v5

stability is imagined by the mind
by tangents concentrics lines
feeble green static splines
though initial conditions ill defined

subtle wishes to switch positions
find parallels perpendicular
coincidence broken in purple
essential diagrams stranded
adjusted spans saddle busted
riding off into impossible turf

but what is reference is set in stone
guidance by first principle tomes
vestigial recollections
stable under what went wrong
a ready scaffold for new practicals

cold starts

awake before the candle
on toe to set the fuze
and back to warmth
waiting for the fumes
black and white
forty nine and fifty
ratios that in some ways
set the rating on the whole day

the phonons loss of concentration
scattering into the abyss
drinking down a gradient
diffusing a few ballistics

classification_systems

indivisible angles in winter
are
intricate anchors set in drifts
are
infinite angels integrating zeros to limits
are
inverse anhydrous blankets static
are
if and or but

lists_b4

swimming is the future
we ask to dip
slipping minutes by isn't it
blue blockers indoors
at lunch over teeth
patiently waiting with old habits
hands to hold time in check
mornings into after
soon
water rises and drops

lists_b3

kayaks and coyote calls
at the back of south bay
after miles of bushwacks
across wellesley aisles glacier tracks
to white oak limbs wide
between swamps tabernacles
pavilions peninsular rocks docks
boats to swimming stops
and pikes lost to lax knots
lots of thoughts on walks to dark spots
watching stars start and drop
arcs over halo tree tops

a galaxy of reasons radiating
indicating off north
depth compressed reflecting a surface flexing
too foreverly perpetually new

LOVELY AS THE RIVER MELTING
SNOW THROWN THROUGH

a_2

wind in fists
rain in droves
drives down leafs
gallore
paving the pavement
gold

constants

e- in doses mortals
find expensive

breakdown extended
lengths expended
moving orbitals

under over easy

in a rocking chair
the recline of stars
dinner is served
to thursday starved
a mans in a pan
idol spinach paper fish
open book on significant digits

ask the pine what goes

with green in january
with whistles wind obscene
with crystals protracted angels
with bristles combs of minerals
with boughs on heavenly synapse
with modulus springing back

A Perfect Tree
A Pine 

White Red Pitch
A Catch

then and them

pips and squeeks
drips and drops
snaps and taps
acids and classics
bases and wasteds
hypoids and noise
mesh and wrest

Nepidae

inches between mud banks
minutes pass by waterscorpion strides
legs kicking intending to be behind
what dies when currents dry
snout to signs of life
with metronome sides

Phalacrocoracidae

the cormorant lived a life of parables
barely able to struggle
against the fate of a natural
success story, the huddle
of servant birds made as if amicable
to the king, the cormorant bathed in black
the promotion of night in the face of day
they who resent the posture on a rock
or the tendency to sink beneath the waves
emerging effortless elsewhere
not the goose nor the duck
can fathom this approach to stuff

same water

blue stacked on pink granite rocks
salt blinks in brown eyes
off the different hues
of a september tan inclusions of spots
mimicry of the moths lightened
on spider webs stretching months
touching east to north and sounds to mouths

by blinking by

alone along lines
counting on beams
backroad a katydid
what acute darkness does
to lighten up trees
in electric silhouettes
comes to a sudden halt

where crickets talk of art

piano keys compounds
harmonic isosceles
north is nothing south
has or wants
instances of limits lifted
digits with insight principled

ups and downs

on the avenue
where squirrels dissolve
into hues
the time tricks cogs
with rhythmic kicks
into the blues
dont got them
temporary foibles
nettles hoisted over
lake anointed forever

ipso facto

bluffs on the edge of muck
roots that must bust
water all that was juts
into and on banks fraught with beach nuts
the trilliums of bach and the like
are nothing to us on the precipice of wealth
the big muddy cleft a continent
left is a concept
right is a portent
of something adieu 
bears or blue herns
citizens that knew

eons in the making

water who doesn't drop
tomato on boughs atop
alot of earth stop

reverse signals writ
in the harvest
rest a bit

revere single trysts
in the largess 
sun in it

never far

idle as the gull
on wing thoughed winds blow
the pine is tall and bowed
on rocks ploughed white foam
courses turning below
aloft to soak throughed
all that we stowed

guess an august

a stranger at the cash machine
imagine no stranger worth that
stagger still and listen
to pockets stuffed with ash

loose with rubber on the road
the dose is a river full of coast
boats impatient to launch
wake gunwales bow stern toss

isotherms

from the rocks
angles that crickets
keep in stock lines
to sign quartz jaded
washed up by slime
big waves the laked
trigonometry accross
and run aground

one more july

a template for a month
should be generic enough
to accommodate us all
from spider to moth

july is a top pick
corn going knee high
to mazeland under green bridges
and blue skies the birds fly
from eggshells to separate wills
warm rains and cool spells
nights spent well lit
lightning bugs sum it up and down
occult blinking about life in july

rates of change measured in lifetimes of the gull

the chaos of gulls
partially offset by elevation
suns rays tip the balance
from white to a dream
the dispersion arrhenius
as much as arbitrary
inland to breakwater to bay
much more graceful in a way
than the goose frantic in v

honed edges over some

the pitch of a bridge
something exquisite
half lived limbs
extend constituent
buried once
to then fluoresce
atropos again

shore breeze

rough above granite bluffs
poured thirty feet deep
seagulls spray up and up
white on haze
knife sharp gaze

metamorphosis

ho, its just a seagull
is like saying
hark, its just a bullmarket

erosives

the devil is the dirt
the wide skirt dark
a tan on the blue
permeable rocks
float on the top, sopping
in the terminable dew

superior

stones arranged in rows
big ones to little sand
round the trees steep
the big lake more solid
than rock thought of itself

idaho

the wind blows a dusty mess
up the road to settle on the deck
the frequent hops of old robin
bob the neighbor drinks beer
and grows a hedge of no particular shape
bob the dog died last week
the stairs on this block are white
the railings on this block are black
the ceilings are wooden and the floors
stucco with accents of spaghetti sauce

marsh road

a choice green
stems clean
trails in black
mud clearly
simply water
humid bullrushes
willows stalking
redwingblackbirds
redwingblackbirds
redwingblackbirds

shores

these are the moments
that hinge on things
the air settles in the wake
of wings cutting out
from the bluffs all alonge
the lake waves on
claiming a perpetuity
in the reflections
of the birds that
hang up here

future reality

spaghetti is how
the west was fed
they got tomatos in cans
at a grocery store
and stopped on
the way home for anchovy
in cans in cans in cans

take a big onion
for example
it goes well in sauce
with a tomato
and bay leaf
and stuff
and cinnamon
and the people cry and scream
and love it
and you are a celebrity chef now 

three months at a time

the big lake
improbably hued
as
whitecap strewn
phantom ice rainbows
rings of the sun
run around three months
and sure enough
ago the ducks wore ruffles
and tufts of down luck

geology as analogy

the beach is a curious condition
where the lake invests the shore
hitting on land
dragging bonafide rocks
and abusing them for a thousand years
till they pulverize into sand
pile up and ambivilate
as months to a moth

the trout

the trout leaps
the trout touts fins
the trout leafs through books
the trout hoitytoity
the trout looks good in a bowtie
the trout pouts
the trout eats ice cream
the trout loiters
the trout lines up
the trout identifiable in a book
the trout is guilty
the trout in jail
the trout

chichi

on a windy day
is on a cloud
apt on point
rains on panes
places on same
soakers on sneakers

humbolt part

seagulls and hawk
spend minutes
wheeling thoughts

wing tips crescent
moon orbiting high noon

in the kitchen

a recipe could consist
of many things
rice bake beans and ribs
for instance

the details fall between teeth
the slightest bites a feast

isotherms

spoon tongue
soup to burn on
pas de bonne

on cue

the sun fades out
the sky, the water
warm as a breath
visible in the stern light
seven months in flux
we line up like goose
moving north to south
or at least east to west

swamp

a swamp has miles to go
the roots and false stumps
broken logs bridge hummocks
occasional rock to stop on
soggy as avoidable as sunny
the shade of skunk cabbage
is deep in pools
shallower than the mud under

golf shit

the sand
fractures of the star
open hands a-per-at-ur
over under water
what else foot prints
your waltz is it

octave span

spider searching
eight legs and array
of eyes

true_stories_

a champion never retires
unless from champlain depths
catfish leaves tire
to send a wake adirondack wide
aged and whether wise
or just timely smiles jaws prize
the mud burnished eternalist
ever construed in mid jibe
up to challenge the confederate
pinger ponger one on one
they offered odds as good
as tasty cakes makes pies
they threw bets dollars and cents

as the victor goes as rex
as the supplicant goes to rest
mais un chat perdu
ne peut jamais perdre

true_stories_a

In Pittsburgh, there was this cherry tree in my yard, making cherries.  The red ones, the sour ones, maybe the ones that become married to other cherries or whatever. 
The sour level varied from pucker up to spit your teeth out.  But for a few days the cherries were sweet sweet sweet.  But most days I ate them sour and the best way was with vanilla ice cream. 
And I ate cherries every day. For being a spindly old tree, she built so many cherries.  Not being able to let them go to waste, I ate them every day.  I ate cherries with ice cream on toast for two weeks.  Everyone said I was going to die.  Never have I felt better and was better than those two weeks.

Ice cream, Cherries, and Toast is my main food group.

After the cherries peaked they went killer sour. The robins and starlings came and got drunk on cherries.  Every morning drunken robins bobbed on the stairs and sat stumbling around the yard.

REQUIEM

the deck is shoveled off
for the tread of bare feet
said bones laid on the rug
in a row made neat
through and through
two of my eyes half closed
so loves lined up
we wind up up wind
simultaneous tangents and obliques
the phases of an circumferential moon
visible one day
invisible under night
yet casting light on every leaf
shines on awake and sleeps
a superposition of states
on soft seats and city streets

what going was going on while you where gone
guess we will never know so long as you are home


Sloopy Cat

a planetary eccentric

lately has been later than hardly
horribly has been harder than warmer
warming up has been blessedly sooner

voodoo child (partial return)

let the french speak french
and let the mexican speak mexican
let loose hendrix to speak the hex again

rare elements

the well has evils
high strontium levels
but all the same say
better radioactive traces
than piping hot lead
and brain dead

beach wood

brown the beach cow
slumbers under frozen sand
evidence lingers on
shit disks that skip and sink

potent notables

the catfish was a farmer
now a fillet not a chamfer
some say happily ever after

bubbles and spits fire
over a green requiem in the corner
by the spic and expansive water

ducks

the lake is awash
with the waves of past flocks
the ducks come to squander feathers
lots of us watch
from shore and boats passing off

units of measure

a box is just a box
unless it has bread
in it in
which case
it is
metrolological
not to be confused with
meteorological
unless falling from the sky
was it

breakfast lunch dinner

cereal is the dinner
that delights
the savant

cereal is the concept
that preference
of food

cereal is the box
that opens
one way

cereal has a package
that punishes
the idiot

at the beach [friday visa vis saturday]

have hat
will travel
panther strikes level
seven fingers gavel
willful negligence
lawsuit follow
dollar daylight
twenty scholars
hard rock mahlers
solid marbles
martial seagull swallows
unions organic
organ keys natural
c# red apple
given such hastle
morning is asked
what more lasts
every day same
sun makes rain
comatose gasps
cormorant black
wet wings bat
water and all that

crown of thorns

lewd grains and shooting pains
the slivver of chance
sends shivers of happenstance
the nerves of broken skin
open things , impartial ins
avenused for pathogens

GB 15-1

busted diatribes
allocated signs
limits and loads
bearings and modes
horses and smoke
power and yokes
grounds matter
teeth blather
punches skatter
yields after

rebel held

the mountains are old
and the notions of so
are even degrees away
sit still hear the people speak
of racoons and what they eat

down here, around here, up here
               the racoon is immortal
                        unless on a fence

the induced flow off
loft trickles out sloughs
soft spots form the grit
for the tribology of intransigence

yes                    and no
appellation in name only

 

blue_aires_b

_
the wind is a tax
taking hundreds and thousands
left pockets flapping
or on the beach
tumbling dollar weed
to be picked up by a
sweaty tanned man
pot belly jetty
wading through waves
like a big fat rock with legs.
__

Hern as Potter

at the shop is heron
casting coy glances
passing frigid hands on wet vases
the glazes pondish in reminscences
a portable puddle
fit for green leapord frogs
and the fattest of fishes

at a A

A is the letter with panache 
stylish and sharp yet carte blanche  
as Cartier made way for Plante 
Y is upcoming and slants 
famous for the branchings of plants

before a A

gone the waist
waste deep wait
and slog and wave

passing harmonies
chatter of ivories
rattle on tympanies

the broom of white spectrum slush
rhubarb leafs and dry anharmonic stuff
unappealing but common enough

night skate

the lights shine on
in the dark my fingers freeze
fumble laces standing tied
arc around the bag of pucks
pick gloves up
and cruise over to the dip
over bumps and raised footprints
the ice is hard and crazed
and me also crazed
and thats what gets forget
and the world
if ever there was only ice
ever smooth ever nice

exp

green vats
fast spinning caps
stirring solutions
to break constitutions
steel under fathoms
slender unto atoms
lost before they quit
tossed when they missed

blue_aires_b

 in oil water
 she float head down
 for big bald eagle gulls
 to scream at
 by millions of dollars
 tied at both ends.

 the catch come in
 dirty little boats
 nothing to boast
few red fish to gut
men hammering
at encroaching rust

13____

hear delicacy
crying fry me
across the room
knives open
drawers undone
unwilling to close
to the dark of the tawny hue
frail in the slightest
gloom red floors woven
in wood the avenue of dread
the fingers that leak
paladians to fight past
midnights built bonfire walls
cold ice breaks stone
hot water scalds some
but as due is fresh
is done as when fish rest
eyes mouths unblinking in bed