redwingblackbird

no bird is blacker
with a redder wing
from the cats' tail top
raucous and self righteous
contender for swamp
harbinger of spring

visions_versions_sb817

remember the jump
off the dock is darkness
only moving moon nails
the other side of south
bay is black
against the stars
and glow of gan
a few geese try
the air they breath
same as you and me

atp

wind spills a sweater
onto aching shoulders
disposed there
between the maple grains
a thin week
buckwheat and saccharides
barely able to pull the sheets
over eyes dumb with sleep

visions_version_a4

in april still i
a dragon waking up
stalking through the house
picking up sticks
heated breath
streaming out over
a shallowing cup of murky
double letters lighting irisis
 

ideal heat exchange

an isochoric wind
sends timbers
shivering finding
splits to play
whistles to send
sounds for those
midnight hours
when skunks
diagrams spilling
over the brim of cups
are only awake

april_is

in april still i
a dragon waking up
stalking through the house
picking up sticks
heated breath
streaming out over
a shallowing cup of murky
double letters lighting irisis
matching is the scorched boron
doped with maple and oak
a mean free path
measured in units the stoves cast

giddyup

going place
knotted laces
treads smooth traces
aces and deuces

pigeons to the wind scatter
wings black with backlit
so much of them a seagull
never in a tree never just one

fires_i

by the seventh set
the sun nets the clock
hands tasked to conduct
guide the flux
from wood to dust
shins appreciate the warmth
the cast of black
percolates and does
better to fingers bitten
with cold and letters
set in tombs

misipi

the eagles wheel before the cart
sundog auspice starts
forget lunch whisky christians
bathe the bow and the flow
tongues too lest we go down
ballast stowed and rowed
under a shadow of pelicans

jurassic moon luster of aluminum
shell floating still so well
heeling on beaver cache stacks
even on river bars mud drunk
silent as the fire lasts

the roar of the crowd

mid flight a diamond
looks like any other
baseball leather hemispheres
stitched polygon clefts appear

interminable

one month among many
weeks spent bending knees
by the lake as the great waves
water in against the wind
west to east lifts these trapezius

ginger and garlic such garlands
from a hand to a tongue
working over crumbs
hunger and biting dice

sums spent thinking on ice
hinges going back to ways
weak new clear forces
pulling and pushing all the same