transparency (20220125)

i see through my reflection
in the bathroom mirror
and think that maybe
the wall behind me
could use a towel rack

having stood up
from throwing a spring
in the trash
an operation requiring
a bend at the waist
my head separates from
my neck
and my opacity melts

i live my life
with this same heart
beating in my chest
this same heart
that couldn’t get enough
oxygenated blood
up and into my fat skull

a single bar or a double bar
breathe in breathe
let the heart catch up
plan

tree swallow (20210430)

at first glance
you appear blind
but this is soot in your eyes
or more specifically
soot in the feathers
around your eyes

the how of your home invasion
interests me less than the what
of your search
i have been told
you build mud houses
in the chimneys of
other’s houses
(mine also mud, of a sort)
without regard
to updrafts of hot air
or safe escape

rejoice!
you allow me to release you
to cloudy skies

you shit on my hand
in parting
which is probably
the most common
way to say goodbye
to a savior

waiting (20210429)

we will wait
for the apple blossoms
to swell, pregnant and fat
and will not tire of
apple picking time
when that time has come
at last

there will be a time for pie
and even piemaggedon
will not slake my thirst
and when the last ones fall
the bruised
and insect ruined
the deer will feast
and thank us
with little piles
of presents

tide and time and fire (20210428)

the log on the sea
doesn’t remember the axe
but it knows the bitter cut
of icy salt water

the salty sea
buoys the log
and doesn’t know the petals
of flame within the wood
waiting to be released

at high tide
there is little chance to
to wash ashore

at low tide
it will be swept out
among the seals
and the gulls

maybe
another beach

unintentional potentiality (20210424)

i reach for words
or maybe just one word
fish around in unmarked boxes
with unknown distributions of letters
potentially making meaning
out of a collection of probabilities
tiles inscribed with ancient symbols
glyphs flickering to life
on glass
fading on paper

but who can own a word
or a meaning
who can mint that coin
that currency of grey matter
and say
–this is new!–

who the hell even wants newness

today the slugs taught me
when they pull in their heads
you can’t tell if they are arriving
or departing

here endeth the lesson