Friday, November 30, 2012

Ghastly Giant

Cast in perpetual night,
nervous insects venerate
dime-size leathery hate.

Rake rust: bit of bone found,
amongst hoary dust.

Come to accurate
and move along.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

In the Rain

Atmosphere cleansing,
words resound
in the rain.

Slight splatter on sidewalk
brings syllable to focus.

Consonants charge,
rise and ring
in the rain,
atmosphere cleansing.

In the rain,
tooth and tongue
are sharpest.

It began at a funeral,
continued along quiet lane,
down the severe hill,
in the rain.

And this is what I am here to tell you,
this is what I mean to say:

The same quandary,
over and over
and over again? It's
rarely resolved, 
not even in the rain,
atmosphere cleansing,
in sharp relief.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Toll Taken

She peers into mirror,
placid surface meeting stare,
blink for blink.

There's nothing she can do.

Her season, a lunar vacancy.

There's nothing she can do.

Promenades, packed in cobweb;
valentines, jarred and shelved.

Once, she tried to expunge her past.

Table turned, it's rid itself of her.

On the vesper side, lights flash.

Sunday, November 18, 2012



On its shelf. A stout
mocha, cobalt, amber 

Malt grist,
vaporish door.

Flares spitting
at stars, they
cannot win.

Rickety crane

waltz time.

Squirrels appreciate
pause, anticipate
dawn: dreams electrically
feral animal brain.

Saturday, November 17, 2012


Dresden. Helsinki.

Hiroshima. Nagasaki.

St Petersburg. Moscow.

Hanoi. Bombay.

Peking. Havana.

Algiers. Charleston. 

Santiago. Roma.

Rio. Milan.

On and on...

Brilliant in the sun!



Friday, November 16, 2012


The watermark...

the watermark remains.

Hold it to 
light and

Sunday, November 4, 2012

The Long Hill

They are on their way.

Having left a quarter-hour ago,
they are on their way.

Up, up, up the long hill

bearing black roses,
a dozen black roses.

They are on their way,
into the gathering grim,
bearing a dozen black roses.

Smirking stars manifest,
animal eyes squint.

Up, up, up the long hill.

They are on their way.

Thursday, November 1, 2012


I don't mind 

No, Plutonian is ideal.

And I prefer the day 
overcast, gray
as Bucharest. 

that is fine with me.

These things
are fine.

These things
are fine with me.

Drear is fine
with me, Romanian eve
is fine.

Unhinged sunlight
is rust in my motor,
a stick in my eye.