Sunday, April 26, 2015

Talking With Your Hands

Talking with
your hands –

Though it may not be
someone in the room.
Surrounding you vibrate
great bands of silent astral boom

in which a vast collective
of attending phantoms bloom
who like to see your gestures
 twitch and zoom:

it activates their astral glands,
and they feel better.
They get you in your spirit
and your letter,

and stir up
a dimensional parfait
of motley influences,
lightening your day.


Saturday, April 25, 2015

Surely It’s Simpler

Ideological fervor!
Full of the nerve – or the verb –
it can ride into stertorous rhetoric:
better at grammar and syntax

which blurts and attacks than
explains – stubbornly, woodenly
taking great pains to make
subject enslave a predicate.

Surely it’s simpler,
less awkward,
more delicate.
Moments in unity:

doing’s the do-er –
pursued and pursuer.
I cannot take sides.
Sides give me hives.


Friday, April 24, 2015

Give a Kiss to Dolly

You’ve never really understood
when people say they’re proud
of anything: as if one could
take credit for and claim aloud

as theirs what only ever is a gift.
Examine pride: you’ll find that it
would rather lighten, feel the lift
of being known as gladness. Sit

with this: enjoy its folly.
Then give a kiss to Dolly.