Asking kindly
means nothing
to purring cat
feigning penchant
for Gould
Great Story.
me again—
turn on turntable
turn the page.
Three agreed
most worthy mention–
Calvin’s overtime
eyes milky blind
but presence clear
oh those
memories
three hundred years
past.
Haida girl
eyes dance now
see
Raven circle Moon
between us
no longer strangers
unspoken message
yes I know
the Good Place, too.
If I choose
only paths
you say I should
may I know
nothing
of what’s bad or good?
I must ride
my wild horse
through
open windows.
Come.
Tree left it
for you here
before he fell
crying his
thunderous earthsong
sit erect
eyes open
Listen
for Wind.
Rose
in rainwater
roadside grey mud
cloud fade
petals opaque.
Oh, blossom
flow life red blood
lay flesh pale
surrender to flood.
I am here
message etch
reflection
holding wall
stone bank
water’s edge
reminding lookers
first, existing
I
corporeal, then
presence.
Some try
to find
poet phrases
ex-pounding unique
big diction
coloured fiction
flash rhythm
funky creek
while naturals
glide on.
Birdsong
bugs flies
cigarette and spliff
butts
piss and blue sky
voices voices voices
wind rushes
sea rhythms
pages
hard dreams.
Sundown
scavenger bird
ragman meet
to smoke
to peck
watchers hang
around
day’s denouement
old friends find
quiet
shady ground.
Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.