Wednesday, November 28, 2018

In Oslo Outside a Cathedral A Drunk Pisses in Summer

Bach, Bach, Bach, J.S. -
Bach,

Bach,                J. S. -

Hearing Bach
played on an enormous pipe organ
is like being suspended 
inside
the lung of God.

Bach, Bach, J. S.- Bach,


J.
S.


B
A
C

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

November

They shout, throw 
halos at your broken feet 

your children 
on  fire, as the still-new

century sloughs its 
metals

Thursday, October 18, 2018

October

I am of two minds. No, one. No, two. Yes, two. Or three ...

I should be president dragging a mighty incoherence like this around all day --

I visit a toilet in despair.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

A MARCH POEM I GRADE AND GRADE AND GRADE


14 for Mr. James Joyce

O such
a suet
day it was,
such a
one as
this one was.

Monday, March 26, 2018

A fragment from fffFrom

the quality of light 緑釉陶器 at dawn, that mystery -- I am undone

Saturday, March 24, 2018

MARCH in honor of Ozai and Tanaka

Snow fell last night

I wear three coats walking 

Saturday, December 9, 2017

December Poem - No Snow On Ground



The moon in the clear sky

I can see my shoe

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

In November One Goes to the Library

for E.P.


And maketh an elegant coaster
for a coffee mugh
mug

Thursday, November 16, 2017



My collection COLD HOUSE is now available for purchase from Espresson-chapbooks of Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

http://www.espresso-chapbooks.com/index.html



Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Nothing Here, Move Along, Pal

The Kitchen Table, a Laptop, Various Scrawls

 
I
Spent morngnag in beatufil disarray
then went outside
like a carny to throw
an ax into its beautiful prupose. [sp?]
Cold. An autumnal clay. Dear Diary,


II
I want to be a normal man 
who wears a hat when bombs rain.
For example, Jack Spicer.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

A Sneak Preview of My Newest Collection