Archives for December 2017
Voyager 2, thinking, types things
December 23, 2017 by 1 Comment
Very very very very very small
Billion miles recalculating
We don’t know details well at all
The direction we were last going
Calculable but undetectable
Earth would be the one-yard line
As bright planets are invisible
Now does not exist in space-time
Outer solar system missions
With the winds from other stars
As in trigintillion years never
But please do send invitations
People might think there are bears
To hear from you by tomorrow over
I Gut the Fish
December 20, 2017 by 1 Comment
When something
in the dark
begins to shift:
I move into it.
I gut the fish.
I split my own wood.
O(pi)nion
December 15, 2017 by Leave a Comment
Peeled away, there’s Pi:
constant, irrational,
repeated to infinite
places. The bedrock
of this stew.
Wor(l)d
December 12, 2017 by Leave a Comment
In the beginning was the woad,
spackling a firmament cracking.
St. John’s solder, nailing the world
in between, tacks the word to water.
The Tailor of Twitter
December 9, 2017 by 2 Comments
He measured the pattern to be cut bias
cherry-coloured snippets
that will serve one single button hole.
He talked to himself little twittering tunes his greatest triumph
but there was no one there
He was vexed like a cat that expects
cream on the dresser
No more twist!
Throstles and robins sang
His badness hunted and searched house to house
and secret trap-doors without any keys
merry voices an echo
ravelling that wonderful coat
Never were seen such flowered lappets
And he talked to himself: do not lose that last penny!
We shall make our fortune shut out the light
Rhizome Culture
December 7, 2017 by 2 Comments
but keep the fingers from severance, from severity of assumption, from a neighborhood of sheer glass in gravel, peeling out pickups like boars roaring and squealing, the crash of running out of antipsychotic healing, pirates reading poetry for the ultimate in democratic experience, an intermezzo existence, a stone’s-throw through a solid state, culture as a surface of water trickling through cracks, one hand in the hound’s mouth
Sonnet with Simile
December 5, 2017 by Leave a Comment
I knew straight away,
like a rabbit darting across traffic
knows the extent of its quickness.
I had wanted to emerge without
emerging. A private debut,
no needling.
What happened, of course,
was threefold, like a Chekhovian
drama. First, I gave in
as some might give birth. Then,
I made the decision. Last, I stayed,
which had the staying power
of an image, a hook-handed man.
A rifle in the umbrella stand.
kitchen window view
December 3, 2017 by 7 Comments
of the barn-tethered
goat
his joy-besotted molars
cudding
brambles in blossoming
light
the rickety-hinged holler
opens
the
cauliflower
are rife with
it
Licentiam: 9.8
December 1, 2017 by Leave a Comment
hissing vessel desperate to be poured, poor little veins,
lava streams engulfing inland valleys, brown blood
flecks, a peaking shrine to blackmail hex on kin, old
straws, busted copper rods to suck, sacrosanct instead
of laundered preempt, sickos willed by the smack of a
papal legate, loyal gene, radical selfcombing, snarled
hair, narrates the rotary gestures, theremin with
vacuum tubes, heterodynes, Fête des Belles Eaux for
six ondes, to crave badly is to take hard the blood-tusk
