Friday, May 6, 2016

Another Appearance Valentine

The beautiful face of Kwan Yin
appeared to me in the clouds
this afternoon making something up
is almost next to lying so I know
no one will believe me when I say
she wore a rainbow around her neck
it was all too pure and amazing
but I managed to get a few pictures
before she winked at me and dissolved
leaving her necklace behind
making me wonder how many others
moving around on this sunny day
happened to look up just then
to see an upside down rainbow
floating briefly in the bluest sky
and not a drop of rain in sight

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Uncountable Heraldries Valentine

The true purpose of time
betrays its humble origin
in the need to strengthen
what already existed
with a new impulse
life was forced to make
use of time as the only way
something new can come
into the finished worlds
and then be carried back
after a small or large piece of time
to build up again the timeless space’s
always crumbling infrastructure
from which we started out ideally
impatient ignorant and crude
that first day of our ascension

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

William Bronk is the Bela Lugosi of Modern Poetry Valentine

Do you want to screw me
was something I was asking
myself more and more
frequently and with such
a hostile tone of voice
whose side are you on anyway
I kept asking myself
I knew I was not
a unitary being
more battlefield
with both sides losing
but is the spirit merely
a Santa Claus of the mind
and why aren’t the body
and the soul married forever

Imaginary Valentine

There is no craving
for poetry in heaven
and yet without it
as a preparation
would heaven not
be possible
whatever we imagine
heaven to be
we know already
it reaches past
the Buddha of languages
the Buddha of first stirrings
even if we can’t get there yet
we know it really exists
as idea and as heartbreak

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Ahistorical Valentine

Only an excess
of free kindness
could have created
could have sustained
this peculiar earth
if we had started out
from there and kept on
institutionalizing kindness
for those who don’t feel it
or still feel it as weakness
if we had only continued
to wash one another’s feet
where would we have reached
by now if we had stayed
sisters and brothers 

Discernment Valentine

I haven’t heard that dog
barking down the street
so I guess the mailman
hasn’t come yet
O no here they are
soon the clang
of my metal box
but the dog won’t quit
barking and eventually
this sets off a whole
hood of dogs barking
at a made-up enemy
while a real one
is robbing the house
behind it

Monday, May 2, 2016

Epilogue Valentine

In my epilogue days
what was written
is erased replaced
with blankness
but you can still see
something intended
was given there
and then taken back
refused returned
to sender like the sound
of someone at the door

but then no one’s there
a certain word on its way
but once arrived it’s
immediately rescinded 

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Beyond Valentines

Beyond our burning desires
beyond our passionate natures
beyond our personal preferences
beyond our particular convenience
beyond the seas of science
dotted with little islands of art
beyond the cloud over my shoulder
or the army of mountains coming up
momentarily on our left
even beyond our dearest wishes
out beyond Wednesday or Thursday
out in the lost desert of desires
where love comes to graze
in the guise of a mourning dove

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Adrift Valentine

The pain churns on
under the drugged sleep
of matter devouring matter
while the spirit holds
your hand your head
is this the raft you lashed
together the patchwork
sails are starting to unravel
into the ocean of pain
gently rocked
you’re sinking
hold on to the sun
let its swaying
guide you down

Friday, April 29, 2016

Comic Valentine

Who is that funny guy
the one with no neck
you catch on TV
what’s his name
he said he wasn’t
coming back next week
having been a comedian
all his life he was prepared
to be found dead
of an accidental
overdose he said
he had despaired
of any sense
ever entering
the human head

Verdin's Valentine

The Verdin’s in
the hollyhocks again
an essay on chirping
and possession of
life the foolishness
of song which turns
into a weapon
didn’t nature change
the gods who made it
you have overcome the world
but we must overcome
the gods of both the under-
and the over-worlds
for pity of a Verdin

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Vertical (Exiting) Valentine

A frantic Verdin
chirping so loudly for
one so small
flying from branch
to branch landing
vertically once
on the opposite wall
running up and
down the tall holly-
hocks inspecting each
unopened flower bud
loud chirping throughout
setting off a large
wheelbarrow  of sparrows
like a window
slamming shut
followed by louder
screaming and

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Sudden Valentine

Loudly I
and the cat
at my feet
jumped up
and bit
my ankle
he just wrapped
his two
front paws
around my
ankle and
bit it lightly
and ran off
he’s still
over there
as far away
from me
as he can get
and not
leave home

Hard Work on the Self Valentine

I was a teenage asshole once
in the robes of a gnostic monk
I had a parcel of pencils
up my ass and a smile
to go to as my go-to pile
of shit accumulated
I too had had enough
before there was ever enough
I tried hard not to be
so hard on myself
but I didn’t want to
work that hard
so I settled for the sun
some stars your arms 

Seaward Valentine

Bodies come in colors because
humanity is really only
one huge rainbow though
ages ago the green and blue
passed over into the ether flow
our blue ice body in the sky
and then our warm green
plant-like consciousness
where each color dominates
for a certain time every day
for which the body is an anchor
the one holding the string
while high above the kite
of the soul breaks free
noticed aloft hours later
by a tiny girl in Kansas
tiny if you’re looking from above
heading toward the sea

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Rolling Valentine

I rinse my wrinkled feet
in the stream of morning dew
and dry them with the first
rays of the sun immediate
childhood memories are involved
running and getting caught
so it’s a good thing I’m alone
unobserved in my own backyard
wandering through the new grass
remembering being pursued
by my mother laughing and her
falling down my sister crying
thinking she was hurt
the three of us like me now
rolling with laughter in the grass

Monday, April 25, 2016

Yes Valentine

I think the moon is really a prism
a rainbow in slow motion
moving each month
into a different color ocean
like a warning light
in a distant harbor
the last before the abyss
flashing on and off
but hope is a hummingbird
flying out to the abyss
and back with yes yes
it’s still there but you’ll
need wings quicker
than mine to cross

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Symphonic Valentine

In his final symphony
he explained how a tiny helicopter
would land in the string section
against a background of French
and English horns oboes flutes
but in the distance like water colors
echoes of Mahler and Miles
while a tiny conductor would emerge
from the whirling thing
ascend the podium
with the score of Appalachian Spring
tucked under his arm instead of a baton
beginning to lift now to another
midnight chorus another
four and five in the morning
another night ending in song

Lost Poets Valentine

His first great unpublished work
was Cross-Contamination:
Selected Everyday Poems
followed shortly thereafter
by Alphabet of Graves – A Ghazal
of Greece and Brooklyn
but no one remembers him at all
how in his youth he led
a joyful dissolute life by night
fleeing from city to city
while by day he labored steadily
as a scientist of the imagination
now who knows where his collection
of small stones from around
the world has come to rest
or the notes that hold the plan
for how to assemble them
into a new and livable hut

Friday, April 22, 2016

Haunted Valentine

After the strange robbery
the house felt haunted
every room like someone
had just been there
before I walked in
a crazy feeling at times
of being watched when alone
inside my own home
I was living with
an invisible thief
I was living
under surveillance
I kept thinking
eventually  he’ll have to
show up again and get
caught ghosts always
want to get caught

Police Report Valentine

A small glass jar
filled with change
thirty to forty dollars
was taken from
my night table
sometime during
the past few days
though both doors
are always locked
even when I’m here
it appears to be
the only thing taken
I had no visitors
except my friend
who would never
do such a thing
unless he’s trying
to drive me crazy
very unlikely when
he knows I have
forty more ink cartridges
to use up before I die