The Milepost

Once in a lifetime, you will exchange 
your boots for sparks, and flare
into Orion which you said was 

really you, and you gunned it 

like a false start, leaving

your belt unbuckled

which was a blast, your bow

was an empty bottle slung 

from the hip, which hit the ground

and the glass became shards

which is like stars for people who

never look up, which means they wont 

see you up there dancing highway 

to the danger zone or the three dots

you left in your wake, twinkling into

exhaustion or wasting away in 

the overwhelming dark, which is 

love in a dead language

dVerse: Once in a Lifetime

This New Covenant

Jesus dressed my poor angel 
in unattended weeds

and thus the lowest ebb 

of perverse suspicion 

flooded the summer 

and thus we fell

among cryptic texts

unanswered calls

and nights turning 

into suspicious morning 

routines of angry gardening

together tearing 

at the hearty stalks 

and thus the bed 

became warm with loss 

and rich with fingers 

and thus a thin fire culled our lives 

vigorously, almost professionally 

so therefore Jesus spoke

a new wood, sending me 

a preserver, a new soil 

my impoverished angel 

tossing seed, so I could eat alone 

be punishingly alive

tending to a new shoot

Friday Writings #240: Despair and Delight

Like the Weather: Part II

germinating from the ennui, you shake 

the quiver from your head

can you weather, or shiver 

with outdoor angels

they are in you, above you 

that feed, the play

the force 

is the same as a chime

waking from its stillness

to trill its voice 

as it remembers

yes, the morning 

is a cold hard color 

slip it on, the earth 

will have its noon

with sunflowers

steeped in gray

you’re not of this pillow  

take your coal outside

feel the sound

of today’s wet lips

pecking at your skin

 dVerse Poetics — Have You Ever Seen the Rain?

Dusk for Dawn

floating rests on a polarized light
substance mirrors illumination 

in a dream, firing up
unavailable rods, clouded cones

unphotogenic in a sense
omnidirectional, but static 

can’t trust it, the chlorophyll 
bit dust, it’s de-luxed

swap that green hill 
for a pasture bathed 
in colors unimagined

Friday Writings #233: “set another goal … dream a new dream”

Anno Domini

I sprinted for juxtaposition, swore

to shelf & page, by god, I’ll go blog

something keyboarded & scratch

my dreams in satellite 

then cops knocked & Belfast

not to mention all that being

married & to do, ta-da, the grind 

the cemeteries & signatures, certainly

there were long forms buried

in Tuesdays & saturnalia

& so much shorthand loafing

for daily crumb to bomb/bread 

& nada, again resolving to the work

before the blasting caps

then, it’s December &

what have I done: 

stargazed & grew

one heirloom tomato

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dVerse: Poetics Tuesday - Looking Back

Snow Drift

pillow pace rhythm
hibernus cicada, when last 

did gauge packed inch
did dog shit? metformin?

allwhite den, eye glue
the group mute
11 Photos You MUST See
2 Believe, where bees
what gentle leaf, leitmotif

what atonia creeps 
yawning symmetry

not one ever 
identical

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dVerse: Quadrille #238

This Present Labor

maritime fog envelopes stuff 

full O slow train, O head lamps 

O workers decked out 

in reflective orange and hard hat 

safety trained, bobbing breath

O, Oceanus breathes wet

slips away to blue, to gulls, O bellow 

horns, drywallers crack jokes 

below, the concrete men

screwing around between task

and the wrapping up, resorting

to resolve, spending time

through yule and aching hands

the open present

O children, behold!

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Friday writings 207: in between