more often i’m
falling open, heavy as gold breathingyes

FIRST DRAFT
The mind must be open to see:blue folded into silk waves,and cascading about her head.
Shall we imaginemixing lapis with oil,the black stone in the handgrinding matter into anti-matter,stillness then set freewhen brush crosses the forehead?
Certain, the end note of the phrasewill catch the cuffs of this night in waxes,and it speaks of itself in […]

of a centrifugal forcewhat would it sound like?

leap in air-

I am sutra written in folded paper flowers,a kite wavering over the shore.I was the transcend, ricethrown at the feet of the Madonna.I was the cool earth beneathhis feet. I was the body braidedwith his body. I was th godinside the listening shell, a cello’sbleeding voice, I was holdingyour hand because I meant […]

Sensing failure youshift like the chin of a cloudinto the thumbprint of a field below.
These are grey, the shoulders of mountains. These should be mixedwith ambergris, and gold fromthe mouths of rivers.
It isn’t ineffable, the way the streetmust find it’s vantage point, and takethe curve of the landscape from there.Hats blown sideways in the […]

is such a clever dramatist.”

after “Better by Far You Should Forget”
Ye shall not forget the diviner’s envelope on the hill
or ye shall be forever lost.
He is maple smooth, smooth as the nose of a juggling pin.
He moves his hands over you like sandpaper
as you move slow motion like a pop eyed fish
downstream.
The water mill churns. Flags snap wind. […]

“Is it war that brings aboutsuch a sanguine peace?”
It is because the sky is on fire.It is because the wrists of springhave opened the red flood.It is because the silk scarfof the painter has come undone.It is in the mouth of the mime,in the hat filled with gold coins,in the rope, oh lifeline flung,to the […]

I let my hair down.It is the night who runshis fingers through it.I make a fist into a hand.It takes only two weeksfor buds to become leaves.My mouth is a ship.You are fresh water.You are the carpfilled with the elegance of air.Yes, this is opening.I should take a brushand paint surrenderin a garden gravelled withseed. […]