said swamp to beaver

build me a dam
build it high
but bide your time
beaver bless your hide
believe you are my child

kitchen ruminations

crumbs splotches of
dumb butter
spots scorned on cloth
ivory pipes blood
doth not clot
looks alot aloft
skys absolute and draught
drowned gasps plaster
casts lead sinks
molten barriers brain drinks
into sops sips

lakes

boats drawn up river
shallow water goes
salmon switch and float
intracibles gone out
flammable eyes soft
in death in corruptible
languid jaws catch sand
rocks instead of liquid parks
horizontal replicas jets
torpid in places previous turbid
lightness variance burdened
inside perpetual scales
side by side words to live by

up stream is down stream
             of some one

lakeside

steel pedals feel wheels
annealed vessels careen lean
into turns into hills
stop and gather
lake terminus swells

have you ever

later
in america all you
made wine water
at the kitchen sink
leutenant crayfish drinks
the drops dripped
mops wrung dry
the spigot sputters
the drain glubbers
a geisha pained fine
in a bicentenial chair
rocks and coughs lava froth
cigarettes burn spots in
ashes theirselfs
earth mercury salts solid
til rain parts
the ocean leaps to meet
what was said nought
turns into ought

uphill

in the fog
the paper owl
on branch set

a yellow leaf road
walking through the trees
every view close
to the end of the spectrum

thursday night football

cold is a thief
stealing heat and relief
from behind closed doors
spreading across the floor
pulling socks off toes
and shooting frost up nose

a cold is a beat
a crazy drummer keeps
playing a pounding head
far but near enough dead
couch sleep perforated
orange juice incorporated

silver maples

time and time again
the leafs fall at the end
yellow orange green red
the lungs of trees dead
 

october

the metal curves
arcs through stability
laden with load
unsinkable in theory

rain for three
near gunwales deep
the bailer's instincts
wake from sleep

water upon water
missed placed rocks
hide behind mist
known by ducks

 

decisions

the breeze is up
the flags are down
which way the water rolls in
determined by looking out
go onto the blood stained end
of the dock and sit
the view up the river
is a look at the future