Saturday, June 6, 2009

Secret De Polichinelle

I go with you
Because some things
Are good to do--
Subscribe in dreams to
The coincidence
Of general advantage
And ages still to come.
The sum of it is
Not increased by
Permission, or
By decision divided in
Any way I know.
You simply hope
And hope is
Where you go.
And the wine is good,
The day fine.
We talk, knowing years
Away we'll remember
Where we stood.
We laugh.
I'll pay half.
That too is
Good, eh?

Sunday, May 17, 2009

No Matches Found

In derailleur gearwork
No strategy is more dangerous
Than jumping a chasm in two leaps,
Yet this keeps cropping up in
Time machines.
I've never seen one
But know it sounds like
The second movement of
Beethoven's ninth: something
Between celestial clock and
Piston-driven sculpture.
You don't hear it so much
As feel the world churn
Around it.
Frame of fire dragged
By its sound was built burning.
I have hunted around,
No matches found.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Surd

One is
A changing value:
A moment in time;
Zero over itself
Or sum of ourselves.
One from everything;
Nothing.
Divided by anything, one;
An incomplete quotient
With a remainder of
Consciousness, or
A complete definition
Eternally underway.
I should mention
Angels here, outside
Math, intuitive, discuss
Human rise and fall.
I hear them say:
They needn't see us,
They needn't see us
At all.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Graphs!


Dark clouds close rank
Over the moment and
Upon it empty
All their voltage.
A rage of light
Blinds the mind.
It lingers and
When at last the rain
Reclaims control
The brain is uneasy.
Of itself! yes the soul
Demands proof.
I am always a little
Worried about my roof.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Untitled

I find another
Looking at a maple leaf
Frozen in snow.
A hundred years apart
We share the same thought!
We jostle the same instant!
Clearly if I want
To read your mind
Reaching out is
The wrong direction.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

In Order Of Appearance

Sun pinched from
A plume of
Primordial fire
Lightyears long
Roars at a planet
Evolving a bird
That names itself
With a single
Musical note.

McClures Beach

Overhanging ferns
Barely quiver.
The little stream
Meandering down
To the beach
Is composed
Of inland storms.