Palm fronds shudder in the wind,
shaking off light, like tinsel.
I left the thick, wet state
and descended along the coast
to live in this strange desert
of coyotes in the hills, barbed clubs
growing out of the ground…
Amen
Her baby seems to enjoy the bus ride
The rocking and windows vibrating in the panes
She tells me she’s not going anywhere
Just around the mountain and back
Cloud Shaped Indentations
There’s a part of a man
Deep inside, rooted in
Ribs and muscular tissue
Between his heart and soul
That longs for the sky.
Bear and Moose
Bear drank a carbonated beverage — root beer.
Then,
He tied a rope —
One end to his waist,
The other to Moose.
Wonder If
wonder if
raccoons wander the beach after dusk and leave pawprints in the ebb tide
wonder if
it’s sacred to step through the curled & looping mystic symbols left by children in the sand
Aaron and Hands
The Earth turns slow sometimes
You can lie on your back in the night
Look at the stars and witness the curve in the sky
Moving fast and slow all at once, ever present and very far away
Time inching, unwilling
Nothing moves quickly here, under it all, the whole of everything above us
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Richard Brautigan poem
There is darkness on your lantern and pumpkins in your wind, and Oh, they clutter up your mind with their senseless bumping while your heart is like a sea gull frozen into a long distance telephone call. I’d like to take the darkness off your lantern and change the pumpkins into sky fields of ordered […]
Butterfly Net’s Catch
Soaking in black raspberry vanilla scented water, classical poetry in song repairs Millie’s parched spirit. Her what the hell is it all about thoughts swirl clockwise — she pokes her big toe in the stopper’s loop pulling upward letting small amounts of water escape. The bathtub’s plumbing makes a ravenous sucking sound.
Crab Pots and Chinook Scales
The sloshing of bloody water from the cutting board
proclaims another crimson muscle-bound Chinook
has given life in the beautiful spectacle of
a carefully-guided filet knife only a salty,
wave-beaten man can sheath on a belt by his side.
One and One
Counting steps one
is open to chaos.
One ankle is sprained
feeding ducks before work.
Then glasses are squashed
during one lame hunt for
the perfect book to wow
a whitewater scholar.