Tuesday, March 31, 2009


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Scars, scabs and sores
of long frosty nights
bleeding Spring fleshes.

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Pleas scratched
into autumn leaves -
sinks of melancholy.

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Crusty winter trees
quiver tender
from dream to teem.

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"Thank you", they said
for something, something
... they didn't say.

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The loves of rain and forest
the love of her -
that love of loving.

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Spoils of solitude
hidden among the ticklish toes
of winter maples.

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In living view
of a vast sand sea -
lamenting lost grains.

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Monday, March 30, 2009


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She dances bare
meek fruits awash in moonlight
rain and serendipity.

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Splintered basket
some hundred unapt keys -
the dull teeth of lost secrets.

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Sunday, March 29, 2009


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Crows flaking shadow
tiny bites of night
spit to the wind.

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Meek fingers tap
the plea of chasm eyes -
captive of frosty panes.

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Far withered people
mere flotsam of frail edges
in a misty snow.

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Friday, March 27, 2009



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... and pale the spices
Autumn Rust and Winter Crisp
to the Carnal Seed of Spring.

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Dim shiv of a day -
a shim road thinning
to dimmer still.

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Mercies of color
dancing even on the faces
of cruel sealed gates.

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Rages of light
poison embers cool to beauty
in a descending sea.

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Reluctance
to deflower a fresh moment -
mmm ... oh my!

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Now to chrysalis
its desperate stitch -
home again ... home again.

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Thursday, March 26, 2009


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Abomination steps -
stone severity bled into hill
and tender woods.

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Tuesday, March 24, 2009


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Fractured mind
remnant leaves of memory
... grafts of spare stitching.


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Nude of metaphor
she's peeled instinct
a splash of flesh.

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A maple's black tendrils
bind ev'ning's flames
and light the way home.

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We couldn't reach
but love, this sealed love
was hers ... is ever hers.

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Monday, March 23, 2009


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Piling days
passions pooling -
thin bloods thinning.

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The War of Winter done
past days in ruins -
whispers of days won.

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Screamers
in the knotted blossoms -
sleepers bound for rapture.

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Now, winter dream
tenders her secret vulva
to spring's little death.

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Was intimate road
now scratches alien
these uncertain soles.

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Saturday, March 21, 2009


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Soaring chalk palaces
part crusting streets -
spills of passing.

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Always, she comes
ivory, silk and alabaster
always milk and sweet fire.

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Yes, my love ... yes
time ... yes, we have time
Yes love, always yes.

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Friday, March 20, 2009


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Burn our bloods, burn
boil our bloods, boil -
hush meek meeker bloods, hush.

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Thursday, March 19, 2009


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Paper, ink, and sleepless flesh
become poem
and it becomes ...

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The ravenous walls
of mute spaces -
salt bones in paper fleshes.

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Tuesday, March 17, 2009


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Queer pale crows
murder beneath scabbed trees
as the horizon bleeds.

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Light defeated
by scratch, bend and shadow -
the serenities of cornerlands.

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Paused for cellos
voices reverent of mother moon
herself ... captured of cellos.

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Monday, March 16, 2009


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The must of harsh clarity -
but then ... sepia mists
forests of wondrous murk!

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Sunday, March 15, 2009


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Ballet of tiny swans
a crystal parade
perhaps ... only snow.

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Murmurs in the snow -
faint slips
of a thousand thousand secrets.

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Haunts
of my own device
drift in, rip out, and melt away.

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A window's view
out through wastelands
or into one man's solace.

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Frames, some bits of a past -
... the last I saw her
she seemed ...

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Dim emerald woods
a fae path traced in pebbles
wet of chance, of choice moments.

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Friday, March 13, 2009


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By chance
a flake of poem -
embrace ... and away.

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Brothers of Clenched Hand
your bent nurses drying -
blood burns but once.

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... and change
will cease its change
and is ... will be no more.

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The chafe
of waking hours -
flesh stretched to fracture.

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Pinched from that world
through this diligent window
... what must I think?

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Wednesday, March 11, 2009


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Shh ... call to coitus
whispered by winter shadows, in wind
the rousing rattles of randy trees.

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Endurance
for only dream
and enduring dream's reflection.

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The serene comfort
and prayerful beckon
of a fogged bridge unneeded.

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Forever war
brazen wind, determined tree -
what choice but neutral old bones?

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Rapture of windfall delight
running with playful sprites of sky
fogging cold familiar paths.

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Gregarious March sun -
wary robin
keeps near to shadows.

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Tuesday, March 10, 2009


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Miracle of a lover's graces -
the grace of they
who see only miracles.

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Incurable affliction of awe
arc of blood to golds to high crisp silvers -
... but why, why not love the moon?

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A frail and singular awe
I ought not hope to tell
but do ... yes, will.

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Monday, March 9, 2009


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Lovers passed by
tender shadows never cast
and poetry, poetry unwritten.

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Tender enough heart
to wander a dream of sepia woods
without cause or pocket.

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Frenzied snowflakes
jockey for just the spot
to bury the gloom.

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Words spoken or bound -
dead men to the winds
or leathered in keepsake boxes.

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Flakes of winter memories
pause but a moment in the grass
... and are gone.

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Everything spoken
scavenged by merciless winds
and thrust into the hearts of trees.

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Lamps play enough
to stroll weeping pavements
and the timid counsel of trees.

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Sunday, March 8, 2009


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No angels
but white dragonflies
aglow in the finishing light.

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Panhandling crows -
wolves with directions
to only unfamiliar places.

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... and will come
black dragonflies
darting, riding last breath.

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Leaves of you
framed in snowfall -
sepia wounds nevertheless cherished.

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Word ribbons offered
a wintered apple tree -
summer feasts of poems.

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Friday, March 6, 2009


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Our parents, our children
and we -
the burning meat between.

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Loves of number
to name the stars -
love or love not each thump and draw.

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Thursday, March 5, 2009


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Whale tears
brine wombs and seas -
whispers of blood in the trees.

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Come, tending billows
and salve of rain -
and come no further, no further sun!

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What virgins spy and plot
from limb, thorn and peat?
Why threatening spring? Why?

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Scuffles, complaints and impositions -
No heart! No heart! ... No heart
those unsolicited crows!

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Flesh trailing season
I amble forest, meadow and mind
fall and catch, fall and catch.

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Cat sauntering a poem
pauses mid-verse
in rhyme's composure.

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Winter-bullied brambles
adventure robins kith and kin
Spring peeking from a dark forest.

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More blood!
More blood, they plead!
... more blood, more blood they bleed.

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Tuesday, March 3, 2009


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Respite of robin and rain
a flutter, a curious bent
the hush of absent snows.

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Crystal needles of light
thousands prick up into Night
and she weeps as rain.

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Dark morning
a sun's petulant temper
above the rain.

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I am become the trees
I love you, I'm with you
in forever leaves falling.

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Shards of submission
she lies down winter
lace upon lace upon lace ...

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A fall of petals
of leaves, of music, of the loved
where they must.

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Melting nights -
orgies of secret frogs
shh ... trees still dream.

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A haunt of music
open wounds - old photos
places ... faces scratched out of reach.

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Monday, March 2, 2009


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Just and obvious cat
her good-and-kindly goddess -
an ecstatic stretch of dream.

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Still abandoning
what reminds me of you -
old chipped cups will rattle.

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Ecstasy of moment
and no wish to name the rain
... damn.

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Vague locks to sometimes latches
double-meaning doors to questionable rooms
these strange undecided houses.

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Wishing for dream
and no end to dream -
hoping for no end of dreams.

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Night's gift of thick dreams -
light's reluctance
to grant rainbows.

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Clench, the pinch of birth
and long stew of a life
... dispersals of death.

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Beneath you, my love
beneath blankets, love
love ... beneath rapture snows.

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Considerably biased
against the light
... but delightful dancing with shadows!

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Sunday, March 1, 2009


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Urgencies
of distant running shapes
melt into trees and a tired road.

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Thinnest slip of fingertip
beyond the tall strain of toes -
but not far as I suppose.

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