downpour at four

the extreme essence
of a bird dripping wet
off of a bough bending
heavy with leafs stacked
hydrophilladelphiad
descended from a remnant

the whole sky a cloud
the whole earth a clod
melting and spreading out

the turning of a star (friction incident upon heaven)

they talk of us as if we are dumb
spinning in circles around the big round sun

once we thought that we spun it
a yolked apollo pulling
the sun baking a horse shit
trail accross the sky

but consider that roundness
indeed the roundy-est
thing in sight

the moon is a golfball
dinged up battered in the woods
compared to that self-fired kiln
glazing the pervasive night

now apollo plays that lyre
as a tennis racket of sky
lobbing a hot potato back and forth
if the potato
is uncharacteristically
un-eyed and pi proportioned

hence the sun must turn too
as any foot on a marble knows
the very essence of time is rolling
smooth and fast
on one big ball bearing

oak

there is nothing that beats
the feel of a new leaf,
not yet grown dark green
silky and fat with rain
still translucent edges
almost edible
, between your fingers

allergies or mild ebola

the doctor they say
was harboring a flotilla
of squiggling bacteria
in half a gaze.

a porcine donor gives yellow
gallbladder and picnic flesh
to the damned, albeit
small change for an albacore
who wears a suit and tie.
 

may flowers

may flowers buzz or be silent
stirring wind petals brilliant
yellow and dazzlewhite
sun bright reflective closed at night

thoughts on eating food

I cut open a yellow mingling with green and
black grapefruit today
with a serrated knife and thought
of you.  the yellow leather yielded;
showed an asymmetry
that reminded me of you.  the knife was slick, 
the heat of the sun made my hands sticky
and remembered yours.  I used a spoon
sized too big to scoop out the pulp from between the cartilaginous
webbing, the sloppy action rupturing corpuscles with
spray finding my eye and
I wondered about you.  The emptied vessel I squeezed
in one hand and held a bowl
 underneath to catch the sap that poured
and thunk it strange that a tree would
grow such a bitter seed inside a sweet fruit

basisism

baseball is to chewing gum
as champagne is to newspaper

See, the reasons that everyone complains
and associates pain
with taking out the checkbook and signing
a name in ink black as old blood

Is, because the same
folks who just sit back and watch
the dogwood sticks by the river twist
bend in the wind are in a museum gallery
quoting textbook predictions before the auction block
gavel hammers out the real fix that cant be factual

dogs loving people

dogs
staring into their owners
eyes

salivating,
 urinating oxytocin
laced emotion

owners, the real slaves,
they settle them down
and have no doubt
about the love
the dog has of them
and their leather wallet

Thaws

the biggest gun of them all
round translucent
a hovering shoreline circumnavigating
devoid of a settled feature though
consistent in its rupture

honored by us lest it destroys us
destroys its system
its children and dominion

even the mute turn their face to follow
where the barrel points
dumping charges and negatives
in every direction
a many headed hydra each mouth having many teeth

night makes day bright

have you never noticed that the
 other side is
less bright being badly scratched and
scraped, blasterized and
puckered up like dried grapes

the star shines brighter
 on one side too
in february at night

so you dont see it
but for the moon