thee, mole

mighty was the mole
who emerged too soon
who forsook life for you
who forgot to look out
who over and above is
still and blind still in death

misipi

on the views
talking high
trying eyes
each line
trees binds
tiny islands

withheld

penance
let that rest
less is letters

send them in a bottle
and watch them never
arrive here because
where is here
its not there

a barque
a hull
a bath
it all

at the dock
at anchor
in the drive
behind the car
under foot
over head

if a wizard of penance
was i wishing i was
with all aluminum holes

 

in_and_out

like the lion on the lamb
winter had the deep bite
holding onto about ten inches
frost in the shadows
trees stark before the sun
suddenly hot against
on our windy eyes
and spring on the lam
those are the shade birds
dust under bare branches
baths where the grass is gone

goose_va1

looking into the west
the sky just sets
as a flock of geese
descendants of the rest
lets down on less
is as a rare earth
crust or mush

idle_march

on the robins note
the sun also minds
rising higher too

towards a
heaven pragmatic
and down here 
the axe works
for next winter

swinging in between
each listening

 

equinox

such is the light dull
the balance sums up
to nothing over zero
long division cut short
lassitude hemisphere
showing little
above mud

the cranes are flying

from the grey sky
the same size
wide jibes and tacks
wings frantic make
a landing soft
in march
in frigid melt
in new marsh
looking to make quick
pickings are slim
the brown grass bent
lapsed silhouettes

c

as fast as medium
goes on legs bent
perpetually and for ever
that what
constant is
thats whats
content if

the fish and the see

the vatican is vast
and money don't last
when pope goes shopping for fish
the retail is fine
but a scale weighs a dime
and dore is all the list lists