"Suite of Longings" - complete chapbook, Berlin 2008.

Suite of Longings

suite of longings
murmured gaze
every stretching gives an ear
I-ching
on a hummingbird's wing

the oldest Earth walks away
stars anew w/ the day
every nonsense claimed her own
summers seem wintry
women kneel down

can the red look sing
granted to its night spirit's
faces
or sure of the glimmering waves
it turns and turns away
to pray

shake the remembering folk
bush out your spectacles
clean
bare and full of me
best bird-seen
best fish-swim

grieve with the hills
their autumnal voyage
in town and wintry and free
girl to the morn
and I to she
ancient marriage proceeds

suite of longings
crooked but solid
mean and meek
forever worried
pour the moonlight at the bird
lover moon-stream w/the sun
captured in your
endless run

Poker Men

pitiable day of very somebody
wooded midnights
old covered howevers
party minutes all over other's faces
below all past
Poker dollars, three men asleep
square sleep tango...

storm in rocky heavens
welcome to temperance houses
moral table ladies
desperate echoes
not equipped aflame
companions caring ascended
protecting stones
the snow will melt, we're sure of...

joining pitiable facts
strayed at midnight
great the roads
nights
spotless

of sleepers we dream here
remembrance in rude rusted minutes
sex in the hall
apparently forgotten
as the joker cards the climate

Windows Burn as Time Flies By...

chimneys gleaming
windows burn
until the time flies by
until the south-wind
comes

mysterious with leaves
& gloomy prints
white-haired figures
walk the lightnings
sure

shelters disclosed
most vividly ventured
where stands the blunt lady
ornamented
lofty favorite of his
mistress of his
carpeted eyes

windows burn as time flies by...

elegant silks
peeping through the chestnuts
tossed in black
cooled clad
rack

a little stick place spend but unbroken

Scenery Madeline

will her conjugal fingers
become sanctuary
rose-colored asylums
blubber hermit
or mother letter thing

will her twirling days
become curtains on Henry
obscuring Miss-Behavior’s
deep-cushioned love
or a grave and a kind regard

holding you painful
in her truest of seasons
in flowered arms
and impudence
scenery Madeline - never sincere

life swayed for her all around
answered, measured, done
elegant rested humors
queenly on their spirits table
lead carelessly into oblivion

the music yields and I of the evening
release her tear-stained volumes
soars says thoughts
staggering fawning come
the hermit drinks up his tea
and leaves

The Wreck

Wind and slide toward that roof heart
lord, her being rent...
blank measureless proclaims
begin
again

slide toward the control:
dissolving churches
exploding magic:
all wanderers read the shorelines
that roof heart of hers
while the mid-noon kindly banks
his crowds in
Hollywood
smiles

death laughs:
Time to be his strand
Shingle be his stand...

Harbor monks endure the play
wanderers admire the score
under night's wailing star dawn
yet

rock perchance the worldwide limbs
rock perchance the roof
vainly as time
soft as the river

Life:
bare shade flower
keen on
aware of
the wreck

Pause

pause the sounds
the doors
unmeasured neighbors
lay in slopes
for the patient
pyre
skies
changeful
hands

tell me of my vain response
animated summer
tranquillized beaming
and clay

sun awaits your foundations
where immortal gloom lays fevered
without birth

pause with soft anthems
one deepening ear
one friendly hand
chilling winds soiling the soul

yearnings throb
fade
flutter

vocal eye:
the twilight's yours
to kiss

Mountains Are Known

contents come of high virgin's
bloodless
tale

of her strive he only placed
a decent funeral

her ivy wars
death to old
freedom to young,
confused

islands as art
w/ all our assistance

from ships
ships only move

from women
women just flee

in devotion of our rivals
true freedom
rests
and mountains we are
are known
forever

Ship-Shaped Hearts

one burst over to the ship-shaped hearts
gazed through the Sea
trembled doomed tide
rippled to pieces

whitened dancing fairies
and their perfect pair
slid darkened, far sleeping
far-flung
and desired
blooming but from their waters
bosom

paths of woe unexplored:
demons wreck
roar
on steel
in ruby
weaving their
frolic earth vision
mirrors

light morrow's gold in astray
a brook on marked mariners
one burst over to the ship-shaped hearts
gazed through the Sea:

be there skulls
be there owl flame...

deep tissues specter
the sky bloomed
down lady
deep Adieu,
beloved!

No deep murmur though:
entertain slippery eyes

one burst over to the ship-shaped hearts
swollen by
scream peace
explosion

Early Stranger Dangerous

she boys the boy, employs
his dreamt-abouts
trumpets take pleasing numbers
eyes full of death, unharmed
razor, razor
eyes
God is sun
that men reply
arrow dog
the village fool
dreamt-abouts
which work so cool
laughing gun halls
trumpet wives

wrinkles top down
herd of cedars
on intent
the bright & shocking
pain

rattle all
as spoken word
descends
losing faith in it
losing faith in men

beneath the Cow the curious go
I ain't got no Ace
to show

In Their Distant More

leave essentials
the triviality of action
figure in
vent affections
statuary, faintly comic
political in human form

the unimportant baldness
human false
permanent moderns
great tragic derived
long-distant enjoyment

...time was
was time...

predominated
in proportion interests
intrinsically something
capriciously entered
his contact
his actions

...time was
was time...

in their distant more

Limp Assistants

see either air or mood
kindest ever deaths

joys, misfortunes...whose the days
really are
idle lessons & limp assistants
countless regions of care

ether friendly children
whistle out
the poor sage's prayer

matchless heats heaped in thousands
scrapped to bits
elusively
still

you and your pleasure:
useful
true
salutable

sessional subjects
fill up dead seasons
lovers to little
constraint
wrought the wheel
to guide the rich
only to their
doom

daily hats
and limp assistants
all we ever get

Seraphs of Youth

the bright
with that side
linger onto where she lies
to the stains of a very young song

princes, passions
pretty windows
blood
cot
graves

and doomed, so doomed your sister sits
nervous moth of never-doors
approves his swelling
oozing
grace

(pilgrims at the Pride Lake's bottom...
singing... guiltless...white & plain...
ever to the same refrain...)

zigzags hounds
to clean the blood
sully, grisly pot
strayed a-lot... we laugh a lot
buzzing to all this cold

and Satan’s little fly
some pallid shade
of a room
from Tide to the bluntest pain
explains
again & again
his name...

lame the disease... furniture screams
linens the door with its crimson
brigades

astonishing seraphs of youth...

Little Girl, in a Room

little girl, in a room
shakes of all world's disasters
from her painted-brown shoulder
green colored sheets
eyes of elation
misses the street bus
at six
moves on
sits down

dreams of a cock
then chooses
the lark

moves not from the room,
leaves all the doors open
the windows closed
& heating off
to feel the snow as is

becomes his prostitute
sailor
favorite reluctant sorrow

the sky moves on as she walks
& sidewalks are painted
w/ all of her wasteland's glory

reminds me a name
that sticks to no face
but floats freely seated
there, in my chair
there, on my knees
forced to inhale

(her spirit's as old
as the mountains of Spain
the great Andalusia
or first America's
evil)

dreams of a lark
then chooses
a panther

cocks crow dawn
yeah, a little red rooster
at sunset