Veils

For a fog moon to furnish imagery
for a folktune where god wears a gauze skirt
and her veils are gauzy also
and she makes a mind wander
and her beauty as a gypsy
clouds all misery
loud with clarity
as a harsh sun must show one
the world scoured over.
We would want again and miss the mystery
Maya makes the sky.

Sketchy Sanctuary

Some seem to see the floor of the sea
as a sketchy, yet effective sanctuary.
They’re thinking, I think, that it’s tucked away
good. Could be quite quiet.
Would be you’d dream good there.
Sure, it goes that you must breathe much slower.
Sure, bluegreen cracks for surface lightening.
But, You’ll see that jeweled fishes,
Stilled with witness,
Flee at the softest flourish.
And bets are..sandbeds are busy with movement.
How can my dreams take when I’m floating awake?

clout

Another clown rules things
or rather, is let to
Another cloud rolls in
or rather is stiletto made to
Another King and Queen
marry for Peace
Another thing I’ve seen
They’ve nary a taste in their very own domain, tho’
Another pussy cat caresses & purrs for her food
Another lovelike gesture misunderstood
Another dark maneuver
to deliver a need
cajoled from a kingdom, a lover;
lies indeed

big moony skies

I’ll give a knowing nod
To the brother on the iPod
“I rub my wounds with alcohol”
I love the sound of fuck all
I feel everything but small
enraptured under big moony skies
Where prayers stand a chance,
Where joy awakens eyes,
Guts are calm, for hearts beating restless,
& There’s a man and moon romance.

stirred

mean clouds meant to be prominent
as bursting grapes, in purple paint
An angry wind make night sounds
sound the mightier
Something way too alive will storm through
then will grow faint
Taking leave
of this area and evening here
Leaving us stirred, and mightier,
And now saved by our safe.

NORTHWEST TRILOGY

I. IN FLIGHT MOVIE
I’d say Seattle’s a city that’ll likely
Set you so free that you’ll likely
Be reminded of the high flight where you might just
Find me, plowing clouds way way above the bird play.



I see Seattle as a solution
Not too much a town to touch down to
Warm outstretched arms on a runway
To catch a wretched, falling runaway,
A getaway on holiday.


II. W A K E
“Guests must remain on the patio”
Insisted the sign in a winded sun.
I read it right there in my Adirondack chair
On a cliff so clearly steep.
I feel I might have fallen deep
Narcoleptically Asleep again, Though surely
The luringly named
Pacific Ocean below
Drew me here, to it’s wake up here
This pace maker peace
could liven this

III
There’s this tree, I took three pictures there.
A tree creatively crooked
& pointing down most of the Oregon coastline.
At least three pictures.
It rather weathervaned the ocean edge
& pointed, as a staggeringly lovely hag
might with her stick. A crow
lights in her hair, & All of it
blown forward
down the edge.

Comeuppance

A jury could just hurry not to like you.
Just like that.
You’d bet they’d not get you,
But oh they’d get you
Just like that.
It goes without saying but I will mention,
The sentencing would lack prose,
But not punctuation.
Take That! Just like that.
Late & lastly you’d finally serve.
And just like that
Solitary confine-
Ment for you?

Free