8/7
a house not abandoned--
only empty & unused

confused--what is
expected? will there be a test?
the mysteries of ingress...

but the key is found
in the place
these things are always hidden--&
once bade--twice bidden
I go in

students of nervous & endrocrine
mysteries--
mental & experimental
know well the Ardaean rites--
ancient as life--are always
enacted in sacred places
(making every place sacred)

the angiospermal
reminders come with spring--
sing the air's own arias--
flying things know this
& so we fly--

dendrites dance
& spasm with joy
to see one instant
of eternity

8/6

What if the Belle of Amherst
Could have posted in her Blog--
About Things with Feathers--
And starting early with her Dog--
Of Enigmatic Mysteries--
That give Sophomores Migraines--
And how the Yellow Rose of Texas
Can colonize one's Brain

Would she wax Agoraphobically
About the World Wide Web?
Post Videos on YouTube?
(Tulle Tippets by Versace--
The Limo Driver-- Death)

8/5

back @ the
neo anarchist syndicalist medical center
again

Seattle summer
Capitol hill

looking east out the window--
a Norman stone church
& a precious Tudor apartment house
dapple in green leaf shadow

same prospect
another time:
22 years one day
after JFK
froze those of a certain age
in one time-place
for one lifetime

the scene--then
daubed with snow--
gone gold in a rising sun--
like a postcard sent
from another continent

behind me my
love at rest--
a new-born child
on her breast
looking out on this--

the first day

8/4

A REFUTIATION OF CRITICALLERS

O you knowitallers
all colleged & degreed,
priding in your erronial superiorness,
languaging is a processication
of eternaful changiness.

Speakingers generalate
new usinations of wording
two meet new kneads of new timages.

Wear wood wee bee
if languagers restracted
thereselves only to officialzed
usifications and syntaxation
without referenation?

Englishing wood be strandated
in Medievical daze
wear weed be Chaucering
at one and other
as a posed to ever
modernifying our speeching
to meat changating technolocical
developations and alternativations.


So don't nock it smarty pantsers.
Your slinging your arrowings
at worldish leaderers
who are laborating to bringify
Englishness intoward
a new milleniumism .

8/3

Stand on the mall in D.C. sometime
& mentally transpose on it
a full color transparency
of the Forum Romanum
as it is today.

Spooky, eh?

gleaming marble/
crumbling brick

strutting patrician politicos/
feral cats & skittering lizards

Shit happens.
Ask Ozymandias.

If...
...military power is projected beyond borders
& then beyond economic resources,

...& resources are exploited beyond sustainability,

...& industrial capacity is sold off to exploit
cheaper (slave) labor--
squandering the buying power of
a shrinking middle class,

...& infrastructure crumbles under the assault of
moronic neglect and irrational parsimony,

...& democracy is subverted by a barrage of
mind warping entertainments
subsidized indifference & cynicism,

as the wealth of a nation
concentrates into
fewer & fewer hands,

then watch
all eyes attach their attention
to glowing electric screens--
bear witness
as Faux News announces
which New Caesar
just crossed
the digital Rubicon.

8/2

the crow commute
commences with
the sun set
west to east
hundreds fly
across the twilight
suburban sky
like silent ghost squadrons
of WWII bombers

.............................................

crow silhouettes--
thousands of them--
swirl on
wild autumn's winds--
a dramatic dance
to their caustic calls
& the exploding fall
of the season's leaves

........................................

crow
on snow
covered fir
limb
watches
silence
settle


.........................................

crows attack
who would dare
invade the back
yard--
on guard,
they protest
proximity to nest
in a raucous defense
of domestic
tranquility

8/1
the Samsa Virus & me

so
this morning I woke
up & found myself
morphed into a cockroach again

crap

in my dreams
I have mastery
over gravity

still
a day's a day
& I can face
the pain of skin
straining against carapace
so far so good--right?

at night
there is no hurt
except disappointment

it's been said
this exoskeleton
will be shed
at some indeterminate future

& that at some point I--
bewinged-- might
finally fly