Selected Poems

Irresolute

Between thought and act
Between cause and sequence
Between fate and abeyance
Between nature and our hearts

The parable of Self works itself out
My myth unfolds
Between the illusion and the confusion
I swell with strength

To live Nature's force
by emulation or by imitation
to take Life in its green fuse
with intention
released from shadow

To study, map, decode,
utter, know

Working ahead of all process
continuously changing, merging
while indecision meanders down the river

The root of poet is "poietes"
Maker, make your luck

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Interchange Of Tinctures

Plutonium has a half-life of 250,000 years—
and unless we can raise the tone arm
and get ourselves individuated
or differentiated or TOGETHER OR
on top of it
we won't have a millennium to stand on.

In Spring, bud out.
Dovetails come later.

This is the later Kali Yuga
The Fourth World
The Iron Age
The Fifty Sun
The IXth Hell
The Age of the Hunchback
The Era of Enforced Disillusionment

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Zero Tolerance

Cumulus clouds cross the moon
above this trepidatious dustball.
I watch TV—another vengeance film.

I know this story by heart.
I watch and listen as the heroine
pleads with the hero—
“You promised to serve and protect.
Do this, you put yourself on his level.”

City workers uprooted the spruce
in Altursa Park, and I can see down
Pine Street to the Liberty's marquee.

My window opens on a world.
My TV opens into another world.
The moon sends down a blessing.

Who wrote this script?
The show's not over, even when it's over.

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Automorph

Being in the body
being in the world
curves in space
I love it all.

A tree and a rock
a sacred spot
because it is
it just is.

I look
I think it through
I do and I don't—
two fish meet midstream.

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Stress In The Field

I'm waiting.
I'm exploring non-thought
on Occidental Road
as I hunt in litter for a piece for my collage.

(Silence.)

I am the world.
The world is me.

(Sounds.)

War on the horizon.
War as far as I can see.