Monday, May 25, 2015

Minding Valentine Continued

do you mind losing your life for a lie

do you mind living your life for a lie

do you mind it’s always a small circle

of men who send a whole world to war

do you mind that the world lets them

do you mind that the world celebrates this

do you mind that the sun shines on everything

but one thing at a time

do you mind if right now everything is flowering

do you mind if right now even the grass is shouting

do you mind if I don’t call you often

do you mind what women have to put up with

do you mind being sodomized while God watches

do you mind uploading  your life file


Sunday, May 24, 2015

Minding Valentine Continued

Do you mind not fucking me

do you mind not snorting

do you mind not being so extreme

do you mind keeping up

do you mind falling behind

do you mind repetition or require it

do you mind that evil is ultimately stupid

and usually ends up doing itself in

do you mind that the cultural revolution

was a huge criminal mistake

do you mind that America is the crazed

offspring of genocide and slavery

do you mind being the worm in the robin’s beak

do you mind blooming in the fall

do you mind losing all your nerve

do you mind the prospect of reincarnation

do you mind matter gets under your skin

do you mind if I never get (to)the point


Saturday, May 23, 2015

Minding Valentine Continued

Do you mind not freaking me out

do you mind your phone replacing me

do you mind our still feudal economy

do you mind our manufactured lives

do you mind royalty still rules

do you mind there are still poor people

do you mind the whole musical world

do you mind flossing twice a day

do you mind feeling bullied at work

do you mind the moral or the physical climate change

do you mind not interrupting me

do you mind having to carry your own weight

do you mind having to pray without faith

do you mind having to be my fate

Friday, May 22, 2015

Friday Minding Valentine

Do you mind the given

do you mind what you walked in on

do you mind the taken

do you mind what you’ve just lost

do you mind rubbing my feet

do you mind being self-conscious

do you mind being self-centered

do you mind the yelling in the street

do you mind not being able to eat

do you mind if I slip in a little rhyme

do you mind if you’re my bread and wine

do you mind coming closer for a second

do you mind my slight shine

do you mind me touching your lip


Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Minding Valentine Continued

Do you mind walking out on me

do you mind causing my death

do you mind running everything

do you mind being my mirror

do you mind having your own star

do you mind never working really

do you mind holding your applause

do you mind coming back later

do you mind ruining the century

do you mind telling your first lie again

do you mind leaving this womb

do you mind me asking your age

do you mind living on the beach of your mind

do you mind surf for brains

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

More Minding Valentine

Do you mind getting fucked up

do you mind going to pieces

do you mind having one testicle left

do you mind having no legs

do you mind giving me your last dime

do you mind holding my breath for me

the way you do I’ll be right back

do you mind not touching yourself

do you mind being taken into custody

do you mind being locked up for love

do you mind not having a mind

do you mind giving it up for safekeeping

do you mind passing me your nights

do you mind being being

Ascension Valentine

Everyone will have to be a Jew
everyone will have to be a Palestinian
everyone will have to be a German
everyone will have to be a Frenchman
everyone will have to be a Vietnamese
everyone will have to be an American
everyone will have to be black
everyone will have to be white
everyone will have to be evil
everyone will have to be good
everyone will have to be insane
everyone will have to be a genius
everyone will have to fall in love
everyone will have to die

Minding Valentine

Do you mind being left behind

do you mind being sent on ahead

do you mind being forgotten

do you mind being on everyone’s lips

do you mind being too late for sleep

do you mind being too early for waking

do you mind being beaten by death

do you mind being stupid brilliant

do you mind being loved into existence

do you mind being a thin black seed

do you mind being talked to this way

do you mind being everything for a change

do you mind being mine

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Blessing Valentine

With rose and frankincense ashes
I sweeten the compost pile
I send my dead thoughts
into the dry leaves and dung
and tell them to flourish there
to take what nourishment they can
from all that’s left over and rots
digest it into useful chaos
the residue of prayers
not yet pure enough
here on earth only
is it possible to waste
in the after birth 
death has no place

No Fear Valentine

Death is the biggest lie we tell ourselves
since the one I won’t get into anymore
smug you to be the one who says
see I told you time did not exist
O look we made it all up the sense
world we turned it into nonsense
by thinking away thinking itself
did we really feel we were up to
the conceit of the 21st century
not to think it through that birth
comes out of death the two halves
of life rather reduces the drama
that even if not welcoming it
not to be afraid of it anymore

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Soaked Valentine

Having fallen straight through the night
the rain stands up even straighter now
inside the trees and plants so everything
looks plumper prouder flecked
with splashes of morning light
even the harbor ponders deeper
considering how deeply the rain entered
turning the bodies of the clouds
into the clouds of our bodies
drifting by in boats and sails
like a longing satisfied
even though we know
it will all be taken back from us
drop by bloody drop

Friday, May 15, 2015

Unreal Valentine

We still don’t get it do we lord
that you spoke as a true economist
of the spirit when you warned us
not to take for real what passes
but to check the foundations
and underlying implications
of the soul of things
knowing full well having
stored yourself there
we would find you waiting
the one real thing
from which alone
could the unreal proceed
as flesh and bone
as talent and need

Useful Valentine

A smallish bird trying to land
on the top of a tallish tree
in a brisk headwind
dancing up to a standstill
blown back then beating
upwind past the tree then
letting the breeze carry it
back onto the branch
it was trying to reach
in the first place
so elegantly it made
me think of evil
how to use it against itself
so at the last moment
to turns to good

Hearing of Franz Wright's Death Valentine

Like the rain I waited
for you to fall I drifted out
over the low hills of expectation
the narrow ridges of disappointment
just offstage while you sang and sang
your heart out in that year’s competition
so much life is just about to happen
and then doesn’t or does too weakly
to resemble Heckle and Jeckle
the original odd couple
to make us laugh at ourselves
we go for a healthy walk
then cash in the calories burned
on an ice cream cone
on the way home

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Beetle’s Valentine

Going over yesterday in my head
I think of a dung beetle at work
it feels like sitting by the bed
of a dying friend and then
I realize it’s the world
how much beauty is locked up
in the hands of a few people
but does it inspire them to goodness
does it work on them at night
as they sleep shaping a new
penetration by the light
or implicate them further
in the darkness of the dream
that anyone can own a thing

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Translated Valentine

Over there where we’re going
hunger and thirst translate
as courage and knowledge
having first been pressed
through the sieve of desire
formerly known as the soul
they become concepts again
thus an arm and a leg
provide the form and outline
for the first sketches of hope
though some believe these
were meant to be wings
in the original design
in the end hope settled
for purely human things

Monday, May 11, 2015

Ascendant Valentine

When I touch my head
it feels like a grain of sand
that has yet to find
its beach its land’s end
it awaits the right
leaf to enter the left
foot to fester the faint
light to undermine
all that holds it
to this earth to float
it merely a grain
to fly in a bird’s throat
above the merely sane

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Nursery Valentine

Absent the birds and flowers
the world would have no colors
because green is not really a color
but a condition of being
over which color triumphs
with its scents of joy and valor
lingering aura of the earth itself
which is why the ancients painted
all their beautiful marble statues
to bring life to the dead stone
while we prefer them naked
at home in the world before shame
persisted into conscience
and compliance
we prefer their ruins
to what would have been their glory
for without them there would be
no us no story

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Poor Nietzsche’s Valentine

And then there was poor Nietzsche
who alone saw the wool being pulled
over everyone’s dazzled eyes
(our still manipulated lives)
himself torn down by his own
chilly inability to love
though he saw the cowardice
at the core of the human soul
he knew it was planted there
by fear and mass deceit
by powerful invisible forces
to which he finally succumbed
forced to sing for the enemy
his fight left to those who can see