i get teary-eyed where spirit meets the bone, — where we’ve always been &will be
didn’t invent it
(we can’t pronounce nude)
is this the right language?
remember the time afterward
you asked if it was strange
(that sudden urge) to pray
give thanks for this
finished in a moment
sometimes (we cry, lord)
we wake up to a soundtrack
in our eye
we didn’t invent
we have to wonder
(,we) creation or myth?
nightgown, or shadow
shapes in Gethsemane?
i come from nothing, but i’ll find my way of this
as i grow and grasp to close these intangible tabs
reaching for dreamy words to shut up withery skies
straining to clamp oyster eyes together; a stop gap
for saying everyone’s pearls are the same-same.
i come from backlogs, from avocado green couches
from whence sprang some well-grounded whispers;
but i believe in night, and i believe it’s okay to sleep
on heartache as i’ve supposed i’ll be living a long-long
time, so help me God in these nothing-but-nothings.
for Real Toads
play dead with me tonight
like some play footsie
cavort & do things in the woods
play nice with me tonight
like some porcelain pleaser
taking & thanking & thanking
play dumb with me tonight
like some who don’t know how
to open their mouths, lift their tongues
play like you mean it tonight
like someone groping blindly
madly fondling for the dazzling void
outside of ourselves
leaving this heavyweight world
~~we are featherweight~~
If you make tea for people returning from a flower viewing, displaying a painting of flowers or birds, or a flower arrangement in the tearoom is inappropriate. – Sen No Rikyu
But, if someone’s strumming a harp’s G-string in a concentrated, concerted effort in the tea room, as if it were a guitar G trying to make out like a mock machine gun, well even this is a luminous labor of afternoon love-making compared to the halting slap-in-the-face from coming in from the out-of-doors fully drenched in leggy flowers, the jazz of bees, pistils and petals, to face a fragmentary and ridiculously pasty-painted landscape some hack thought encompassed all. It cannot encompass all. I’ve just seen the stamen and pistil, for God’s sake.