The Day of the Insouciant Willows Winking

You were in my dream when a parrot made 

The sailor fall asleep at the last moment undulating
Space such wrinkled air descended all around us 

Ah the sounds the movements kept flip-flopping

Tomorrow would be coming down the line my eye

Traced in the nearest shadows where perfectly

Beautiful archangels kept an angry watch that

Kept tick-tick-ticking away like an awful pun then

Tomorrow came skulking toward the awesome

Place we always longed to live O for chissake

Just let us live our day! is what I wanted to say

The silence of my eyes had almost stopped

Breathing and I was thinking of you and ever

Warmer grew your smile in the terrarium of love

The Day of Spiritual Contour

There’s a sea god look out! the ocean is waving

A gazillion green banners all those brief assertions

Riffling the surface blinking like ones and zeroes

Innumerable innuendos breathing in breathing out

Not to be gathered again into this particular vista

The unlimited text messages of a personal nature

Such a god might send on an omnipotent iPhone

But the ocean’s not a smart-phone it’s dumb

Cold and choppy and mostly predictable tidewise

O my dear may the water wash it all away

The alarms of adolescence take so long to stop

Trembling to quit frothing greenly to plunge now

Toward whose flesh fumbling stiffly against numb

Homeric waves collapsing epically for nothing

The Day I Finally Touch You

Today you lofted your voice nearly all the way

To where air ends and the vacuum of space

Begins where the thinnest possible light somehow

Holds the even thinner dream of God a hidden

Name murmured at the approach of your mouth

O mysterious thing O inverted torch whose flame

Burns under water it’s the thirty-first of December

Something ends and something else begins yep

That’s how the game plays itself out time inscribes

Its passing in a submerged glimmer O constant

Flicker I can hear your tongue clicking rhythmically

The heartbeat of eroded oceans and then

A great liquid silence a breathless pause before

Going on with burning and saving me and smiling

The Day of the Elements of Disbelief

At several points my telling this will be where

The wall stops the deaf side and knee-deep

In the field itself palpitating in dismembered

Earth the overturned soil that reveals ruined

Light but it’s okay friend I won’t allow the quiet

Perfidy of disqualified clouds anywhere near

You so stop poking the unconscious wind

Hidden in my pocket I’m saving it for later

What you want to do now is pick up the first

Frigid stone you find and start building me that

Cairn you promised hey remember to top it

With the flag of our discarnate yes yes yes!

Now put on your fathomless airs and pull

My finger I am leaving for another continent

The Day of the Nocturnal Glide

After dressing a pack of flyblown sonnets I am

Taking a breather tonight like the fox of desire

I catch wind of your highborn scent and I’m off

Sprinting through these flea-bitten songs these

Pelts of schmaltz O listen to the wind behaving so

Obviously empty I have a very ancient ailment

And mean it so come a little closer it’s catchy

I don't ask for much just that we avoid misery

And that you test your lungs by running here

With me a harrowing task yes for one who must

Cough a lot from the sooty ambiance of glamor

I know you only truly breathe in dreams come on

Slip into your most comfortable skin the pelage

You wear when you prowl the narrow streets

The Day Little Fingers Drew

This remnant of form the fallen cenotaph

To our meeting it is meet to scrutinize

The smallest reasons in the absence of God

View even the most insignificant beginnings

As somehow beyond themselves all the earth

Shuddering at the furthermost edge of what

As if this or that holds back unforeseen disaster

A scarred idea hidden in the sky’s aching elbow

The white mouth of night no longer constrained

No longer frozen in forms more or less fulfilled

Nothing satisfies that hole nothing quenches

That absence of color that absolute thirst

Beyond us there is no noise no one breathes

In this our land drawn away from the heart