the sprinkle

the smell came first
before the sound of many impacts
little drops reach down from the clouds
and touch their surface to intricate works

jupiters great red spot

torrid flurries, crawl laminar walls
frozen gas as slush mist breaking a billious burst
tar red wheels open the thundering magneto spigot
strewing mold straw solvent corsairs across
a rushing tide a million years wise
rippled with cats eyes and gnewts pies the witches
brewed up an alien sky bitter cashew curls feathered edges
resting interlocked with the calmest clashes
and the layers to say nothing of the layers
indistinguishable from libraries and just plain old ice
making its never ending fall

the gold is under the skin

a shimmer and flash
pulled out of the currents catches
drifting with teeth outreached
to bite passing basses

the skin with thin plates
I love them all on sight
the colour of the sun and the coolness of the moon
the slip of eelgrass and the smell of willow roots
 

the persistence of clouds

above the blustery water
the clouds are dark and mutter
about rain and blocking the shine

and why doesn't the wind bother
them as it flutters our feathers
down here, as persistence matters
it must be colder than hotter
for a cloud is closer to the other

the snow of summer

breezes fling little drifts
in the corners of every angle
if all the weightlessness of fluff
could add up, a ton or more
floats easy through blue haze

sun in hum

the sparkled glass
exploding an even pane
on the yoked ones
toiling behind the plow

rain in june

spose plastic paddles
splashing feet spell
drum beats snare highat
the dance of little wet minutes
in the spot lights reaching an inch deep
down the block and green
accross the corner a pavement garden
growing streams and shiny leafs
lean out to kiss the window screen

have you seen a skate today?
my little car of mine?
Have you seen a rainbow today?
my little car of mine?

it might be made of cheesy bread
or instead of that its surely dead
the seagulls are looking for your rotten
hide, your so far away from your kind.

have you seen a boat today?
my little car of mine?
is that there an ugly fish?
my little car of mine?

the rights are right
and the purcupines
the smears of the road
the lasting kind
the oiled up rags and the listing
ships the rudders are broke held with clenched up fists
the missing rules and the errudite fools
the tossing waves and the lauded whales
the big gap teeth and the freckled faces
the whitest land on the planets places
the farther sands of the easter land
where the church is a cod and the cod is a man
and the harm is done and the profits had
and the sales are final and the finials are shale

have you seen a rock today?
my little car of mine?
is your nose a tad bit sloo?
my little car of mine?

 

the river is wide

the river lost its tide
and is running wide
the gourds on the ground
in a mimmicry of winter time
some side striped yellow wierd green
fields hollow soft between the bilayer
faced with a midnight
its way to deep
to not sink
and bump and plumb along the blind
reaches to navigate gold lined beaches

May 31st

brown brown brown is the color
of the sparrows have
they wave their wings and fluttered air
the string shy brings is the strangest where
the eve is rent and the red silver

grand is big unless its bad
rivers run fast until rapid
the foam it breaks and the rocks disface
the silent bridge under the surfs race

dust is burnt up crust of stuff
the toaster leaves at most the lifes
a thousand ants couldnt move the place
but the branching sun you cant escape

out of the light comes flying sparks
the crickets hawk and the midges hum
a lifetimes passed and still its none
more than a shark its avion