Thursday, September 27, 2012

Birthday Prayer Valentine

May into our thoughts
come the gods of movement
may into our feelings
flow the gods of light and form
may into our wills
come those wisely formed
movements of the gods
we call dance or heart’s speech
not love itself but
its power experienced
all we can take with us
to the other world

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Ripe Valentine (for Eliot and Williams)

I did dare
to eat that
pear you both
sweet with bad
parts I cut
out it made
a gurgling sound
as it went
down waiting for
my call to
get through to
you don’t leave
a message your
recorded voices sang
unless you haven’t
eaten all those
really ripe pears

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Sleepy Morning Valentine

Who or what
will happen when
we realize our
real lives happen
in the night
in our sleep
in our dreams
that the day
awake time is
only a pale
impression a poor
translation of that
compellingly lived version
which we forget
immediately waking up
as if from
a spell back
into our own
beloved little selves

Monday, September 24, 2012

Birthday Valentine

How have I
not been taken

how have you
been spared are
your sins insufficient
let me pay
your fare make
up for all
those years you
missed feeling terrible
alone once this
stone was some
thin cloud this
cloud a garnet
stone things fell
out of heaven
even the sun
fell down

Friday, September 21, 2012

To Usher In The Fall Valentine

To what use
is brilliance put
useless brilliance
purple eyes
in bluest flowers
above the gray harbor
slap slapping
of brilliant water
against boat bellies
against docks
like a hand
soothing forever 

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Anonymous Valentine

Prisoners to our
own perceptions
powerless to our
own attractions
arrogant to our
affections convoluted

in our confessions
unrepentant in our

conflagrations stupefied
by our own reactions
redundant to our very
haiku narrative bones
our endless bifurcations
our supercilious moans

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Driven Valentine

I shudder to
wonder what we
would have done
without the purpose
of the will
to serve knowledge
the mind’s true love
though the body
betrays it over
and over with
a mere facsimile
of pleasure while
a few moments
its small happiness
hastens through us
driving us further
and further
into the flesh

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Intake Valentine

How would you describe
your inner life to me
what extended music
mirrors it exactly
or is it more an animal
than a place in your head
I mean do you see yourself
alone in a strange house
in the middle of Texas
through a glass clearly not
or living in some lost
but central city of love
with someone vulnerable
intransigently sane
and mercilessly witty?

Lost Valentine

All my allusions
are to narratives
now lost to me
the allusion to
the final adventure
in _______ for example
or the allusion to
the first adventure
in ________ all lost to me
though I recall one
about a perilous pond
or a petulant ford

but the sources
though rather recent
are weak and scurrilous

and as I say are all
in any event
lost to me

Monday, September 17, 2012

Native Valentine

At 8:31 AM
a flood excised
a rather large
of ants I visited
once the original
peoples of this
land devastated
half their children
starving left
behind whole
nations buried
in the heart
of this America 

Every Living Thing is a Form of Courage Valentine

Right now
here on earth
is the only place
we get to be free
the only catch is
that all we get
to see is illusory
starting with oneself
what comes first
must step to the
back of the line
pushing from behind
everything else
into the furnace
I mean the future
only here on earth
is each thing
each thing burning
together and alone

Sunday, September 16, 2012

No Rich People in Heaven Valentine

Once walking
around somewhere
thinking of
my life
that having
life one
is ashamed
of it
it is
so colossal
tender and
confusing at
first one
forgets we
made this
we invented
all this
as best
as love
could get


Saturday, September 15, 2012

Deeper Valentine

Falling sleep
after long
thoughts he
started dreaming
and died
somewhere in
the dream
waking up
in the real
world of
the fixed
and known
thoughts of
the heart
where he
could feel
at home
and love
me deeper 

Friday, September 14, 2012

Pieta Valentine

I bought
that bread
you like
it was one
of those
we’re given
like this
in fall
more challenge
than ode
to joy
brave and
foolish summer
dying in
your arms 

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Free Valentine

Now we’re lost for sure it seems
so far away from the beginning
no one remembers anymore
how it must all be ended
those two great doorways
of space that once gave us
a context for our discernments
but then an earned contempt
for time crept in over and over
the same arithmetic of pain
with a smirk on its face
until you came breaking
ranks with the gods
of dire necessity
dragging freedom back
from this illusory world
making a new heaven
out of hell on earth 


Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Falling Valentine

A pomegranate
is as close as I
can get to a more
layered misunderstanding
of the world’s
mineral concupiscence
when I imagine souls stranded
on nearby planets
anxious to return
trying to remember
what is pleasure
this nest of rubies
which the sparrows
scatter freely on
the ground having
sucked off all the juice

Monday, September 10, 2012

Windy Valentine

A tower of books
leaning in a rocking chair
looking out the window
portrait of a portrait
of the summer surrendering
as a young hybrid
it’s embarrassing
to think of human beings
as mere mouth-pieces
reeds for cleverer
winds to blow through
but aren’t things usually
beautiful in the beginning
the one word shared
the same slumber

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Timeless Valentine

If we could only
impersonate ourselves
but the future is a dream
the past keeps screaming
in the present
so you can see what a superficial
concept time is
like a stream that thins out over
flesh-eating stones
so you are flayed
unimaginable pain
in the body unimaginable
joy in the spirit
fused and cooked together
so it can all be taken
as nourishment
in the timeless realm

Friday, September 7, 2012

Mandorla Valentine

O mandorla
shape of fish
of eyes of mouth
of sex of soul
white hole
where slumbered
nothing curls
where up is sacrificed
to down and down
to up eternally to spin
this world of dark
from threads of light
O pause
O secret sun
O dove perched
on the stone

Forrest's Valentine

But you didn’t
show up did you
instead you sent
the rain so intelligent
ripe and healthy as
always but I knew
it was you who sent
the rain the way it barged
right in and started drinking
heavily reeling
and dancing around
an elephant in a tutu
because that was something
you would never do
another feeble attempt
to throw me off the scent
so I can only sit here
and go on waiting for you
in this ridiculous rain 


333rd Street Valentine

Even god
at one time
must have
known he
could perhaps
further grow
himself on earth
than in heaven
to go under
into matter
and out t’other
side that there
be nothing
in his kingdom
not known
even murder
to him

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

'Most People' Valentine

‘Most people’
on whom we all depend
in a national way
aren’t watching
or listening
‘most people’
are on the subway
dreaming or caught
in traffic talking or
singing to themselves
but on the other foot
‘most people’ aren’t
on this beach with
me today either
which is a good thing
and I don’t mean that
in a bad way as if
I had single-handedly
escaped to some lost
island or as if they
had all gone mad
in an I’m-not-coming-back
kind of way

Monday, September 3, 2012

Biblical Valentine

How the thing you need
in order to understand
what’s needed is what
not having you must go
the first thing happening
when the lights came up
on the earth was shame
will the last be pity
but not today my love
not if you stay with me

Saturday, September 1, 2012

World's Valentine

The world means
to play cruelly
with our love
goes the story
cat with anything
shaking its head
back and forth
poor bird body
bird soul flown
when at your
feet it lays
the world is
so proud of
itself so proud
of you as
well for not
accepting its gift
of your own
dead heart instead