Forgetting the beach
the uprooted tree
its side in the sand
worn smooth by the waves' restless tousling
softened and sogged
salted it lay
el arbol del mar
la reina muerta
I cursed my father
overturned his empty wooden bowl,
spilling crumbly remnants of dinner into his lap
in the split second it took to think
this act of violence
I am lost
it is rare that I find myself in pinches of rage
even rarer that I feel compelled to express myself in Spanish
both acts being less characteristic of me
than wandering the beach, worshiping tree carcasses
all being theatrical gestures of experience
the nobody playing the somebody
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
only one eye in happiness
keep eyes open
prospector keep searching
what would it be to see without looking?
Death will steal my hunger
give me back to vision
until the day i see with eyes open
for now fill up on compassion
prospector keep searching
what would it be to see without looking?
Death will steal my hunger
give me back to vision
until the day i see with eyes open
for now fill up on compassion
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Gratefully yours
hello in there with the animal eyes
how did you get your skin to fit so tight
look at you all taut and bright
you build a good wall for such little might
oh I have been so many things
in this life alone
born again too many times to tell
always chasing after
heavens' teasing
while fleeing from the kindness of hell
events unfolding, I claim and make mine
seek continuity in what pleases me
while avoiding the rind
governed by taste
to lumber around like a bumbling bear
slitting salmon in the river
gutting beehives in the pines
the difference between me and the monkey and bear---
human human your body is soft
but your will is strong
the only creature in the forest that can change its song
Thursday, January 14, 2010
No need for fingers on the pulse
when you are the blood
I flip and flow
I course and spout
no need for a door
when I am the house
I would if I could
I would if I could
I can and I have
our sight's set on being seen
and everything holds meaning
this is a passing embrace
the blood in your mouth
a pleasantry of taste
what you and I see
the world as it looks like to humans like me
we are born and its brief
once i would have told you to gather your joy
and bury your grief
i can only tell one from the other
but not much else
when you are the blood
I flip and flow
I course and spout
no need for a door
when I am the house
I would if I could
I would if I could
I can and I have
our sight's set on being seen
and everything holds meaning
this is a passing embrace
the blood in your mouth
a pleasantry of taste
what you and I see
the world as it looks like to humans like me
we are born and its brief
once i would have told you to gather your joy
and bury your grief
i can only tell one from the other
but not much else
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