January 29, 2014

degree

briefly,
the great city of Philadelphia
steadied

the kids in time before shovel
the dogs are out walking on ice
eat in sweats
think of it all

makes arms snap out
like buzz lightyear wings

light dances til tomorrow
simple to follow
it's 12 but feels like 1
degree

January 28, 2014

dragon crane



How cold can man
  strut,
   can spit harden,
     can acts must,
god a thing he can't do
or is it me, what,
what have I to say
in tips stasis under happy her
he wrote,

'who no longer can be at ease'

the muse (the jailed Musa
pulling me by the collar
we fought)

to stay as the brother here
being frozen where
the feet grows grass
this
pointing by emoting
                                 this
prayer seldom I
               can allow myself
be seen
the making of a core
over arch no longer
moving wide some dragging crane

he is to be put to good use




January 6, 2014

should we bone the universe?
should we see doctor,
very hurry?

January 3, 2014

see what i manipulate
by lifting this little
glass of whiskey
to my mouth
trillions

sum

till now i have felt comfortable
i read my very own accounts
of all idealism and primes
boys to be most decisive

'i did not know', a real character
in which i saw a good deal more

stretch my spine out like an acrobat reader
pit   myself
against   the    obstacle
what better incentive     ?
what most curious

like a painter or a poet
beauty is the first test / permanent
in apology from association
i have lost all interest

tended like wounded
i write a letter to his mother / war
is going is waged
in a country like this affected

escape from the static of snow
in the actual world
like a small number, like
4



large pig

i enjoy the idea
of animals that continue
growing in size
even after a sort of physical peak
much like the ones we as humans
experience, some say
like mum, that boys stop growing
between the age range of 20-25    or so

unlike pigs
pigs keep growing i hear
the idea of a very large pig
brings me to smile
this poem               if you run a long time
will vary as          
---------------
i vary x


source

reflecting on some past poems
that were so abstract in the sense
that they are far removed from experience
i will try and describe it
such a time
but what an utterly vain
endeavor
i can safely say that nobody
understands one or two of those
poems, that's the way i try and look at them
not to try and understand
how could it be like that
nobody has yet escaped
nobody can know how
it can be like that
like describing the behavior
of electrons

remember the poem 
about the two women?
it's the same thing
start with the same general design
same source of the poem

discovery

only through a small section i get through
only through the refined measurements i get a wider visions
of an unexpected detour
cindy showed me a more direct route
to the southbound train
and this was a set of stairs i've seen
every day both to and from work
and yet have never taken this path
instead i'd walk straight to the northbound side
and up the stairs and cross over to the southbound
often times i'd miss my train by just a few seconds
what a glowing discovery
what can i call it
other than cindy