Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Rain / Dream: 18



Rain / Dream: 18

There's a round of applause
in a darkness coded Beyond Reason.
A random fifteen-minute selection:
bowl of steaming leftover canned cow stew,
string-tied bundles of True West magazine,
sunlit vintage cowboy postcards in a shop window....

Or: video of Syrian chlorine gas victims...
corneal-burned... wheezing blood-vomiters.

Or: a family snapshot of roly-poly Kim Jong Un
 pleasuring a bed of strawberry jelly donuts.

Or: film footage of Russian tanks blood-rumbling
over Ukrainians as if they are inflatable Disney toys.

More applause, mostly from sentimental geezers
(Obama Forward T-shirts from the last campaign)
dropping quarters into rusty newspaper machines...
imagining that all Vlad Putin needs is the kind of hug
one gives in the hallways of Cheap-Opinions State U.



Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Rain / Dream: 17



Rain / Dream: 17

A moon so gaudy it hides
behind clouds off the Pacific:
Trajan's nightmare of Rome
turning burnt-leaf Christian.

An old man crashes through
a midnight farmhouse,
stumble-jumps dog-gnawed
living room furniture to beat
a Wolfhound pup to an electric-
orange plastic ball... compensatory
sport as a sagebrush basin
picks up wind for a dust storm.

It is the sound of Caligula
unpacking to rule while others
pray some general can hook
a chain to the moon...
drag it down-mountain,
drown it in a deep sea.




Monday, April 14, 2014

Spring Chronograph: 24



Spring Chronograph: 24

Sage desert road, coulee sun-drop
between social distinctions:
evening coyote jaws, screaming
rabbits, skitter-prone visionary horses.
Dream-ancient: arrowhead to the neck.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Rain / Dream: 16



Rain / Dream: 16

The core is barely visible,
or perhaps not there, for compulsive
self-searchers.  Ravished surfaces,
raw nerve endings... black five-buckle
boots hung from neutral-brown walls....

One thing leads to cartoon-
plastered walls.  Another thing
gets you caught... bumper-dragged
for miles... a raw-meat possum.

Memory: erotic bible scene tapestries
(creams, river-blues, blood-wet reds)...
an eerily calm Saturday night convent.
There is no farther apart than such-like.





Rain / Dream: 15



Rain / Dream: 15

Shooting for the reportorial, a string
of painted-rough prayer beads,
night-purple, you babble-for-practice
at the Wolfhound yanking you forward.

Headlights slope downhill... a distance
you pattern-out... like fashion magazine
after-scenes when woodblock prints
are passed around and humility
is a hunched shoulder at-shrug.

Within days the moon's ash-white
will transmogrify to blood-cinnamon.
Eclipse: time-ravaged table flower.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Rain / Dream: 14



Rain / Dream: 14

Against the grain of wood, gold, or stone,
a gritty wind sweeps off the Cascades,
across foothills, down to bunchgrass.
You're an imaginary creature to Mr. Coyote,
hardly noticed by crow or spring gopher.
You take rest on a shelf of volcanic rock.
You peel a handful of aluminum foil...
sliced cow on soggy raisin bread.
You drowse... a version of no-self.

Rain / Dream: 13



Rain / Dream: 13

Humidity... school bus heat...
odor of spearmint gum
over pot-scorched oatmeal.

Memory... fleeting nostalgia...
blunt-stare out a window:
a night-killed doe in a ditch,
fresh, not yet bloated.

You're okay... for now.