much the green i broken lay…

much the green i broken lay,
far beyond displeasure –
countertops and cherry-limes,
towers full of treasure —

much the season comes around,
songs and gales of laughter –
much the green i broken lay,
cleaning up
the after

murray river basin

the earth is thirsty

the earth is thirsty so am i
out past where we all come to die
alone and without celebrant
a wastrel bard irrelevant
the half-cocked eye the shaking lip
fair captain of a foundered ship
the desert plain of fated need
to thirst to ache
to drop

to bleed


arylide yellow.

chemical imbalance brushing
nails done in arylide

yellow on the margins of the
fringe of the outside

wrapped around a coffee cup of
fiji kava kava —

poured into a throat converting
water into lava

steam approaching maximum and
streaming ever higher

yellow on the margins of the
fringe of desire

When This Was My Whole Today

Back when this was my whole today
With stickers stuck to socks and jeans
The kids would come from blocks away
To storm the place like field Marines

To slide, to rise, to turn, to spin;
To take our turns – or maybe not –
The whole today we’d gather in
The sky the cold the wet the hot

And it’s not that it rusts away
Or that it seems so very small
But whole today’s so yesterday
It matters hardly much at all

And fifty years from now, who’ll stand
Re-living when they were a boy
And look at signs I was once was there
And recall me
With any


Half-frozen mud, cold bracing air
A wind that makes my neck aware
That leaves torn from the tree will die
These poor gray strays who tumble by

And like the ghostly light I seek
The morn recedes behind the line
Only of chance to risk a peek
At drifting lives
Like yours

And mine


(“Aware” – 11-19-2014)