Saturday, February 13, 2016

Whatever He’d Believed

He hadn’t seen it until just this very minute –
but now he’s seen it and there’s nothing to be done.
It’s like whatever he’d believed had just been shot out of a gun.


Friday, February 12, 2016


When we think of heaven,
why do we look up?
When we think of hell,
why do we look down?

There isn’t any down or up.
We’re only ever looking out.
Which is also looking in.
Either, any, every way we win.


Thursday, February 11, 2016

When We’re Ready

I’ll take you under my wing, my dear,
I’ll take you under my wing –

we’ll swing on a swing
with the babbling king

and return when we’re ready to sing, my dear,
return when we’re ready to sing.


Wednesday, February 10, 2016

What Reads as Confidence in Us

We’re comfortable breathing forms,
warming to our reflexes like friends:
nothing isn’t conscious, unconsidered –
nothing generously lends itself

to everything. Autonomic functions sing –
pumping heart and coursing blood
are full of choice – what we had thought
was mute turns out to have a voice.

Existence’ flood is sentient with intention:
held in its suspension, we proceed.
What reads as confidence in us
is that we’ve ceased to need.


Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Knowing Nothing

Looking back
at all that’s gone.
All that you’d
depended on.

Knowing nothing
about this.
What next
will you miss?


Monday, February 8, 2016

Her Private Parts

 Today the Soul
became a giant yellow lady and
the Body morphed into a several-headed spinning top.
The lady held the top up by the feat of spinning it
around her private parts so that
it wouldn’t drop.


Facing It Together

Facing it together.
No matter what,
or if, or whether.