Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Rose Valentine 2

The Apotheosis of A Pale Rose

is this blank morning’s

imaginary medieval text

a clever comedy from Langue.doc

with results both unavoidable

and sexual the translations

sold down through time

with less and less fragrant

connection to the new

singers arriving in the trees

as if the light were offered

from inside the chest this time

and not the rose as token

of the swallowed sun

imagination unrestrained

and memory undone.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Rose Valentine

Now that all

the debt collectors

are back at their desks

working the phones

and sunlight is waiting

for you in the yard

and they’re picking up

body parts in the rain

somewhere you’ll never go

and that same dog

who’s been barking for weeks

finally shuts up finally

uncomforted forlorn

you can work your way back

from the rose alone

to the purpose

of the rose

and the getting it

to grow.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Palm Tree Valentine

The day you

first entered

your rejection

was windy

a spring was

in its step

awnings flashing

bursts of sunlight

bursts of malediction

leaves aren’t from

the same mind

as flowers even

the first rank of

petals is already

brown while the

newest at the center

pink edged with red

overflow spicy perfume

only in thinking

can we reach

something before

it reaches us.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Time's Valentine

Birds own their mistakes

I’ve seen them lead

to strength and rigor

mortis a mistake’s when

one’s love’s refused

turned back on

itself the window

approached at great

speeds body sound

hitting cement

emitted by longing

afterwards when

time returns

knowing how much

you’ll need it.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Implied Valentine

Love’s simply

a deeper experience

inside experience

the saturation of

your attention with

its estuary

grassy alert

deep green

you pull and

pull against

as if suffering

always has to be for


as if even this

wouldn’t kill it

it would be restored.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Visitor's Valentine

No kissing no hugging

no hands below the table

no touching one another

no gum allowed

sit facing one another

speak only to the one

you’ve registered for

any violation of these

rules will result in the

immediate termination

of visit and may include

serious repercussions

for all involved.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Spring As You Valentine

I have not made

the inside look like

the outside

the outside look like

the inside just so

they’d blend into

one large room

in the mind

faithful to mindlessness

a little altar to absence

spring fills in

what thoughts

are worthy of a mind

can there be more

of you?

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

March Valentine

It’s like a god

is gloating down

on this geranium

but no one warned me

when I first came here

about the orange

blossom scent

in the night air

sirens and satyrs

sniffing around beauty

the bees come sticky

and go home drunk

while the mockingbirds

are eating my tomatoes

I’m lashed to my chair

until we sail past

this too-sweet world.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Morning Valentine

This morning is mine

but who do I mean

who wouldn’t want

to return to that

ream of the line

as hovers above water

prepared to go deeply

out into the deep

they don’t want to leave

us alone the gods

keep their thoughts

uppermost in our minds

fighting it out

one side for love one not

feel how the flags abandoned

by another world

are whipped

where hearing

is braver.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Anyway Valentine

He’s writing a fiction

called Anyway, Your Honor

about a defendant who

hypnotizes a judge

and a whole courtroom

of lawyers and thieves

not with any deceit

but the pure trauma

of the story he tells them

and the history of this

story down through

the space of a life

a diorama of their

passions they could

recognize and own

and so relinquish

and forgive him.

Canal Valentine

I was just calling to say

I won’t be coming

to dinner last night

I forget what cities

I chased through

on automatic before

I realized I was tired

the world is ravaged

but I am only merely

disappointed in the plot

life takes two

hours to tell you

what should only be

a sweet ride

on that canal again.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Failure Valentine

Empty for years

your father’s vase

still on the desk

blue-legged trees

over snowy fields

dirty brown hills

his neck is perfect

a headless legless

beer belly beauty

wearing a blue shirt

and tan pants

is our failure that

farmhouse behind

raining clouds

a creek in thaw

or the holy nothing

which it holds?

Mustard Valentine

Pulling the blooming

mustard out

from the moist

loam you put

your hand in

that last moment

crumbly sweet-

smelling before you



what came first

nothing or eternity

the blood pouring

out for which it

shapes its own

pale grail

or each morning



Saturday, March 6, 2010

Earthquake Valentine #2

Finally having tidied

up the yard a little

the goddess can put

her fat ass down

in a firm chair

for a few moments maybe

that 1.2 milliseconds

we lose everyday building

the Andes as some measure

of our moral rigor

and how far it reaches which

nature can’t help reflect

stricter economics all

things being equal actually

with the right to say so which

only the spirit can import itself.

Earthquake Valentine #1

In a field where numbers

trump any kind of intuition

yet when she folds her

arms in tightly to her body

she spins faster and when

you remove the load

the land springs up farther

and farther away from

the center of the earth

everybody knows someone

who died in the rubble

the little shore creatures

in states of decomposing

he saw the sea can’t fall

so the shore must rise

finding fossils on limestone

mountain-tops built up

slowly from sea floors.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Huge Valentine

Commiserating with him

over the penalty imposed

as his own self-imposed penalty

really underwhelms the killer whale

eating its own trainer

one of the sweetest

girls you could ever meet

she knew her from high school

knew it was all

she ever wanted to do

look at this he smiled

and waved pointing at

the huge flowers in our

own yard as if that too

could never happen.

Cold Valentine

Into this cold landscape

the various plants are of course

sleeping but in the warm

sun they wake up early and

immediately start their

breeding-burning they love

the rhythm of the

swaying-dancing and

work hard to resemble

wave after wave

of that leftover

beauty pushed through

them like a sieve

into our own much

thicker world.

Lost Valentine

Under the ficus tree

some leaves sour

some leaves green

with my coffee cup

balanced on the lip

of the big blue pot it’s in

watching the sun

dry the ink into

these spaces as I try

to write them down

on the cold palm of

your hand my name

you would otherwise

poor turtle already

have forgotten.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Practicing Valentine

A poem is like a scale

an ache an instrument

that plays a day by day

kind of gig by which

to mix and match

the tears of things

and to replace the

outside seen as in

a painting of the

inside among those

who lack the insight

the memory according

to those who lack the

love the learning and

to repeat the zodiac’s

reach each animal

contributing its

consonantal best

each planetary god

its moody vowel

everything in all

at once and rest

and up and down

the tortured scale.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

3-2-1 Valentine

If we think backwards

from these things to

the beauties whose

thoughts they are

not using our brains

but feeling our way

along the walls

the empty spaces

where open windows

could replace

the soul world

would we come to

the last movement

of light where

it stands ready

to destroy us

or begin again?

Monday, March 1, 2010

Divine Valentine

We thought we could

hide behind the

lantana maybe

we dead to you

invisible ones

watching the ripening

go on and on

behind the green

lantana never without

flowers mineral

umbels pink-yellow

black seeds

we thought

you would go on

without us or else

flood-engulf us

with your love

O ye gods

and so we ran.