Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Secret Valentine

The freedom to deceive
Which is no freedom at all
Always starts with the beleaguered self
Who calls upon his last defense
To run and hide
We lie how frequently
To protect the truth from speaking
Not because we don’t know
What it would say
But because we do
Something in us
Always knows
What’s true for us
And most of it’s a secret

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Aftermath Valentine

Maybe the sun
Is really a deep reservoir
Collecting all the cosmic light
It can gather from the heat
Of its own planets and stars
And the shards of far constellations
And raying it all back
There’s something so
Motherly about it
And now even more generative
And reconstructive because
Of the combining effect
The momentum it brings
Stirring the pot what's rising
Depending on what falls

Monday, August 21, 2017

Watching The Eclipse Valentine

Slowly the sunlight dims down
As with clouds except
There’s a kind of glow
On things as if some
Powerful being stepped
Into the stream of living
Light and crossing over
Cast his shadow
On the other bank
Where of course we’re watching
Trying not to look directly
At him with that great
Bag of fortunes and
Misfortunes he’s returning
Which we're all trembling to see

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Summer's Valentine

Summer used to be so recognizable
Sauntering down the twilit street
After her long work-day cleaning
Gutters and putting green
Smiles on Everything
So Everything would work out right
And she could just lie in the sun
Growing further and further
Upward and outward
Until the Perseid showers fall
And a few cold nights
Would bring her back
To our senses the scent
Of her descent
In the crisp light
A young girl asking you
If you want your receipt
 

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Eclipse Valentine

When the dark side of the moon
Faces the sun full on
And gives back all
The nights it suffered
On his behalf burning
In the coronal fire
Something about it
Touches everyone on earth
A grand canyon of the gods
Opens up some
Leap across some just stare
At the invisible damped down
With safety glasses and cold beer

Friday, August 18, 2017

Once Been Valentine

I see over time my little yard
Has taken on a slightly
Metaphysical patina
All the allegories I mean aloes
Bloomed and were gone
In just three days
And conscience I mean
The variegated Bishop’s Weed
Hints I might have killed
The orange tree which
Is dying from the center
Plants are moral creatures
After all like the mountains
Where they surprised us one spring
Hillsides full of blazing wildflowers
What we had once been
And would be again

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Lost Valentine

When the poem leaves me
Bites my ankle and walks away
I feel the aloneness it promised
Without the comfort of its love
I drift off like an oarless boat
Or one of those logs the waves
Finally throw up on the shore
From last week’s storm
I mean it no harm
Every morning I bring it
All the scraps I can carry
From the lost night-world
Though by the time I get here
There’s hardly a mouthful left
And that runny and unclear

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Thief’s Valentine

At first I had to
Steal from heaven
What could I do
I was starving
For a piece of bread
Would the master
Of the house not show
The mercy I would have
For him but when
I was caught
They let me in
Let me wash
The pots and pans
Let me fan
My embarrassed angel

Waiting Valentine (for Pam)

Of that divine heredity
The faces of the world
I can’t get over them
Except for one who always
Hidden in the crowd
Looks straight back at me
Then disappears my only
Sense it’s someone
From the future waiting
On the corner of Roncesvalles
And King Street from where
You could almost see the lake
Which is the first thing
I remember falling in love with

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Assumption Valentine

So pure she ascends
Bypassing purgatory altogether
Having made something of her flesh
She runs straight into the sun
Essentially all light
After a whole day
Of listening to the prodigy
Her child was becoming
Which every mother
Hopes for in however
Confused a way
Look she’d say
Doesn’t he have
His father's face

Monday, August 14, 2017

Safe Valentine

Think of the moon
As the rear-view mirror
On a speeding world
Where we can see a light
Increasing or decreasing
In the darkness behind us
Which assures us
We’re clearly being followed
And not just by the past
Glimmering like the empty road
Lit by one bulb between us
But then the light disappears
And for a while the darkness
Makes us feel we’re safe
As we drive on alone

New Moon Eclipse Valentine

In retrograde
Mercury stumbles
Over sleeping Mars
Gets smacked in the back
Of the head which makes
Venus laugh you know
The one that says you’re mine
Just wait till Saturn gets home
Our planets are always arguing
About us they think we don’t hear
When all along we’re doing
Whatever we want
Impossible thinking won’t
Betray us we feel
If we take it far enough

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Forgive Me Valentine

These days whenever I see
Another human being
I immediately want to be
Him or her if only for
A fleeting second
Or what feels like hours
Our eyes lock and unlock
As if opening a safe
Or the cage of a full-grown lion
Or once the tabernacle
Of a child where she kept
The life she would not live
Sometimes I plunge right in
And unnerve you
Life that is also mine

Soul Science Valentine

There’s the faith of the religious
And the religion of the scientist
But how be both
Skeptical and appreciative
Of our own research and memory
Stuck in the time when
Religion is science’s crazy
Girlfriend and science is
Religion’s abusive boyfriend
Which can only end
In self-forgiveness
Or despair or both
Better to despair
And be rescued
By a friend
Than love alone

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Legendary Valentine

Remember the time
Our dear earth was
Nothing but water
One giant drop
A tear or rain from
Another spring
We set about exploring
And so working to amend
Yesterday’s lost voyages
We forgot our own star’s
Future as a stone
Sunk in a cup of light
Passed from one hand
To another

Friday, August 11, 2017

Nostalgic Valentine

The first thing about writing
You notice is you chip off
A piece of darkness you detach
A shadow-form from
Its object where the light
Can’t get through
As if electrified and held there
But when the words left their home
In music and lived abroad
With gamblers and harlots
So the metaphor flows
Don’t think they weren’t
Often nostalgic and self-pitying
Long before they found
The good sense to return

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Apocalyptic Valentine

A day on which you see
Two hummingbirds
Sharing the same flower
A tree sleeping on your house
A strange stain on the patio
That looks like something
Mated with the urn
The garbage truck (it’s a Thursday
After all) smiting the alley
A sense of futility welling up
In an empty stomach
A day on which you see
All the people who brought you here
And who remain with you
Pleasantly and unpleasantly
Waiting to be recalled
The day you’ve been waiting
To thank and be forgiven by them all 

Middle’s Valentine

What freedom is to adults
What equality is to youth
Economics is to children
In our time we have reversed
The paradigm of Chartres
And Compostela the delusion
Of a prosperity separate
From everyone else
Like this morning opening brightly
Then quickly covered with heavy clouds
Because what the sun brings
Isn’t enough a stab
Of fear went through me
But I squelched it
The truth seldom lies
At the middle of things

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Floor’s Valentine

On the hottest days in the desert
The heat goes on like Moses
Not stopping for the night
But going up into the mountains
So there’s no escape but forward
Into a tremendous dreaminess
Washed by circulating fans
And palm trees in the darkness
Looking more and more
Like high fountains spilling
A starry elixir
That dries to a vapor
Before it can ever
Reach us here
On the desert floor

Valentine to a New (Yellow) Flower

In a way you could say them
Form and sound them out
The childhood of each word
The thing it pointed to
And the idea of yes
And no so simple to know
Something but can’t say it
Even if you have a mouthful
Your learning leaps
And bounds you
Into standing and hard trouble
Decisions over the adequacy
Of your balance
Becoming thematic
The pure music of words
Producing their effect
The music in which you sleep
Adapted to the depths
And heights of hiddenness

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Bright Valentine

Light of lights
Help me now
Graffiti on a cloud
Of freight cars
Shuffling by in moonlight
I never have my camera
At the right moment
At four in the morning
Memory and dream
Merge gradually into feeling
The train is lonely because
I couldn’t catch it
On the empty street
The moon and I get re-married

Monday, August 7, 2017

Tribute Valentine

Of course our relationship
With our angels is co-dependent
But mostly in a good way
Though once she had to let go
Of the bicycle before I said so
Though that was a long time ago
Still one of her greatest lessons
I had to teach myself everything
And she could only watch
And cheer and to think
Every day she would put down
A clean white tablecloth
As she still does
And say here beloved
Come and eat

Years and Beings Valentine

If all the religions proclaim
God’s brand name
Either none or all are equal
In that they all try to remember
A living spiritual world
That no longer seems to exist
Having forgotten so much
And what seemed obvious
To Buddha and the Greeks
They never spoke of explicitly
Were condemned when they did
But how believe in God today
Without having to experience
All the intervening years and beings
From us to him just to get to
The little cell of one self

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Taken Valentine

One lives one’s life in fear
Of being too poetic
Or not being poetic enough
Think of outer appearance
As a kind of pose
The world as model takes
Up there on the platform
Of being noticed in passing
The best artist leaves
His canvas blank
As truly expressive
Of the shock he took
At beauty’s hands

The Poem of Your Life Valentine

What life wanted for you
You did not want for life
So much repulsed you
And drove you into yourself
So it was hard to feel alive
Which is most of what life
Has to offer that exuberance
So when love turned
And actually spoke to you
As an equal and a friend
You knew your life
Had emptied into something
That would never end
However it goes on

Saturday, August 5, 2017

Working Valentine

To sit for another morning
With your cat and your coffee
Your last imaginary cigarette
And notice the world is awful
Riddled with miracles
Looking like yesterday
But it’s not it’s brought
A whole new set of miracles
And disasters even more
Skillfully interwoven to reveal
If anyone’s looking today
Another world at work
Just behind the shine
Trying to break through
 

Friday, August 4, 2017

Pluto Square Valentine

Seeing’s purpose
And pleasure
Is to get beyond
The personal but
In a personal way
The coincidence of
Poetry and philosophy
Dying on the same day
(fake news) (urban shade)
Notwithstanding
These are the arts of dying
And must periodically succumb
To their own magic spell
Die and start again with I
To keep it real 

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Useful Valentine

At least get
Something useful
Done I keep
Telling myself
Keep trying
To imagine what
That really
Might be
In a larger
Morning a more
Commodious afternoon
So that when night
Crosses the yard
And enters the house
Ready to work its shift
Of dreams and nightmares
You at least can say
I fought I tried 

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Reality Check Valentine

The cat is chasing a lizard
Run for the wall I yell
She’s already removed his tail
But I’m not that wizard
Who can save his life
As soon as he’s in pieces
She’s in peace the reward
Was in the victory perhaps
Not the spectacle of death
Now a doze under the hibiscus tree
Still cool from last night’s rain
For me only the words
Are real when I look up
It’s all Pissarro and Monet

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Music for August Valentine

As soon as we could
We ran out into the world
With no idea how the gods
Would come into our bodies
The way music enters
Instruments so the sense
Of being played depends
Entirely on the note struck
A wholly spiritual experience
At first which settles
Into major and minor tears
But in the beginning
There was only singing
One note held at a time
For billions and billions of years

Monday, July 31, 2017

Moon Day Valentine

The word I can’t recall
Is ‘haze’ being in one
Has the feel of something
Derogatory waiting in the collar
Of the sky yet one mounts
One’s horse one’s cross
With alacrity a horse’s
Dose of blue like a blank hand
Reaching for a nail or whip
But poor punishment is not
Today’s purpose enough
Of the words I know
Give me the ones
I can’t recall

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Your Father’s Lost Paintings Valentine

Dancing with my dead mother
To Hall & Oates ‘I can’t
Go for that/no can do’
I find I can but don’t need to
The great thing about life
Is that everything’s always
Becoming something else
Even stillness is a movement
Toward going with the flow
Thus rafting and meditation
And the whole realm of sleep
And the most flowing of all
The warmth of the will
That must be behind it all

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Autopsy of Fear Valentine

Here we have the cadaver
Let’s begin with what
It didn’t have the stomach for
A slice down the throat
Reveals the Tuesday when it fled
Here I mean where the backbone
Crumbled into the cage of ribs
Where we find the worm of the lie
By which the heart unraveled
And the lungs collapsed
But maybe you can feel
Hovering above the flesh
The soul of fear
Amazed now and confused
There was anything to fear

Ars Poetica Valentine

A poem leaves
Doubt behind
The way Orpheo
Left Euridice
Though it must
Search for her
Forever finding
Words along the way
That are its own body
Which still needs her
To cherish the doubtful
And what slips away

Time’s Valentine

Who knows the time
Of his passing but
Everyone would like to
And maybe it would be
Better if we did
Think of how it
Would change everything
Like the suddenness of sight
To a blind woman in the street
Would we run home in terror
To consider our options
Like those fish that duck into
Holes when the tide rolls out
Who would we tell
Who would believe us

Burnt Valentine

The rose of the world can see
I’m just cleaning my nose
To enjoy its company the more
Whose scent is the flower’s
Memories of Arles and Provence
Its youth in Damascus
Its long childhood in the fires
Of Lemuria its phantom body
Growing stronger on the roadsides
And the mountain passes of new worlds
And in the burnt woods of spring
Among the first to return
Its thorns protect it
And its scent calls it forth

Friday, July 28, 2017

Fallen Valentine

Only a man
Who could settle
For a blossoming smile
From one who thought
He was blind but
Can see now
A smile that turns
Inward like a searchlight
To catch the pictures
Then outward to touch
His face and the air around him
Because he washed
The mud away
With the smile that sees
It was just mud
Mixed with a little blood
Fallen from his head

Faces Valentine

If either everything
I’ve already accomplished
Or everything I’ve yet
To comprehend good
Or not or both
If I haven’t taken the time
To memorize one line
What will I remember
On the other side
That my soul not die
But join back in
To the whole organized
Chaos of being
Like crowds shoveling into
An underground train
Getting to work
Getting to the hospital
Getting home

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Cure’s Valentine

I threw away my glasses
And got new ideas instead
I saw the same music
But now more deliberately
My new glasses
Have a style two
Asterisks referring the reader
To the footnotes swollen
At the bottom of the rage
We are a scrip
Written by a sage
An illness
Buried in a cure

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Lost Valentine

If only what is lost
Can be found again
Though no forgetting’s
Random things are
Kept in the background
So something pressing
Can step forward
Memory is seeing that’s
Trying to turn around
Away from what is found
To what is not lost
But hidden because
It steps past time
Is not bound
By any of its seasons

Our Time Valentine

Our time demands
That every woman
And every man
Become a true Greek
Philosopher again
But no one wants to
Give up their phones
And have to think
Their way back upstream
Against fierce inner
And outer currents
Inconvenient shortcuts
But from what does
The world work
So hard to distract us
If not its treasure

Thank You You’re Welcome Valentine

If I forget
To clean her litter-box
She shits on the roof
Of my car says she’s
A squatter asserting
Original nationhood
On which we still depend
And if every creature
Had the right to shit
With dignity how
Much greater it must be
To live with dignity
To feel welcomed
On the earth

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Polonian Valentine

Be careful not to put
Yourself first too often
It gets to be a diagnosis
After a few months
Create photographs
In which you can hear
What’s happening
In the real world
Behind the pictures
Jogging the memory
Whose other side waits
But on the receiving end
This time be aware
There is another
Who lives inside you
With not always your
Best interest at heart

Monday, July 24, 2017

Longing Valentine

After a long rain it’s sweet to listen
To the heavy wetness that settles
Heavily into the dry ground
Like a fat man into a hot tub
And what spills over
Dries quickly on the warm walls
And the smell of history gets to rise
Up from the deep earth
Soothing its hatred within
So its muscles relax a little
And a long exhalation
Or exultation ensues
As the rain once so triumphant
Falls asleep like a child in the earth

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Civil Valentine Summer 2017

Maybe what we face now
Mirrors the months just before
The Civil War broke out
And the scales were tipping
The northern hypocrisy exposed
And the southern royalists raging
Both falling toward the same fire
The fire of so many lives
Burnt to cinders
Will we let the dictatorship
Of money (the king) rule
Us our slavery today
Still all about money
Or will we learn to live
As one family watching
Out for one another
And get some therapy

Could Valentine

Are you afraid
You’re becoming
Too dependent on me
We all fear dependence
Much more almost
Than our freedom or liberty
Or whatever you want
To call it because
I fear I’m becoming
Too dependent on you
And just when
I was learning
To walk and cry
Out on my own
As I always could

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Walkable Valentine

Conscience don’t be too shrill
With me if I drink my fill
Of the world of my will
My guilt is pre-existing
A work-in-progress
Each life packing for the next
Dragging along unnecessary things
As if it was your first naïve voyage
Or war undertaken or avoided
When actually it’s a razor’s
Edge you stare down
On one side civilization
Then a narrow stretch of sand
Still walkable
Then the roaring ocean

Sun Mystery Valentine

What we name levity
Overcomes gravity
What we name gravity
Overcomes levity our tools but
Somehow both
Must hypotenize a third
For which we have a few names
But no description
So let’s call it Victor
La Victoire one who tries
To scale the wall of will
And stand astride the fulcrum
Always flowering
Always forming a new seed
Always gesturing toward the sun