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Saturday, January 29, 2011

Sea Isle City, NJ



Sea rise • White spray • Sea holds • Then fades • Sea gathers • Sea rise
Months since anything happened, then all at once it comes.
A solution is obsolete for what ails me
Black flies • Bright spray • Cold sea • Now fades • Sea waters • Sea rise
Reduced to the tourism of my own life as exotic hollow,
old friends discovered me, old friends at odds when they agree

Free rise • No pay • Sea holds • Dark shades • Sea gathers • Sea rise
We make a weekend of its white and blue
idealists in from the wilderness, heading back out
Night flies • Like spray • Sea folds • We wade • Sea gathers • Sea rise
A furious blackness is made of the distance
The plane is the moon that is missing tonight





Friends rise • Why stay • Hold fast • Sea drains • Then gathers • Sea rise
Come along they say, don't stay, what the fuck's wrong with you motherfucker?
Some conversations are like operas I just feel to understand
Sea lies • I say • Sea waves • Sea stays • Sea troubles • Sea rise
Saw a star in the sky sitting above me
crown my head, and wondered What for?

Sea rise • White spume • Sea shoals • Gray shades • Sea splatters • Sea rise
That star kept me drilled into place
frozen to see what the sea is
Surprise • No wave • Sea catches • Regains • Sea flattens • Sea rise
Again and again it carries itself to the sand
Again and again it varies the way it carries itself and recedes
Sea breeze • White spray • Sea holds • Then wanes • Sea falters • Sea rise
And it keeps rising. Like I'm iron at heart, the magnet it's after
Castaway foam blows like beautiful fat. All myths become self-evident
Sea rise • White spray • Friends go • I went • Sea gathers • Sea rise
It could end what it says but it keeps on repeating
keeps rising, keeps trying, because so little is right, even the sea.
Wave rise • White spray • Sea holds • Then fades • Sea patterns • Sea rise
And I don't want to listen because I've heard it before
but never like this and never like this and never like this
Sea rise • White spray • Sea holds • Then fades • Sea gathers • Sea rise

Long after I sleep and madness tonight drains away
it's still going, still rising, because nothing is perfect.
Just look and see
Sea rise • White spray • Sea holds • Then fades • Sea gathers • Sea rise

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Light on Aña Nuevo

Bright light • Dead tree • Dead seal • New Years


My thoughts are finished by the things I see.
A situation is just, a body is so, an error is like


Bright light • Dead tree • Dead seal • New Years


If I could *
all the beauty all the catastrophe all at once
I wouldn't think twice. I would do it. I would


Bright light • Dead tree • Dead seal • New Years


Listen, the sound of plistening buds captures the mountain;
slowed down to ensure
the infinity's timeless
as gold is my standard
tomorrows amounted in piles of


Bright light • Dead tree • Dead seal • New Years


Every day's more urgent less important than the last,
flirting with Dame Forfeit
as the petals of peonies
curl on the sidewalks of Silicon Valley.


Bright light • Dead tree • Dead seal • New Years


By anything which divides me I
identify the essential joint.
The desert is cold
as fame is obscurity, as the end is a rattlesnake
appearing like grass, in concrete, from where?

Bright light


Likenesses gather speed; everywhere harmony
horrible and heavenly rushes to this.
The Thing penetrates you and your enemies.
The difference between approaches near zero
till we're all sorry figures
chewing the bit of fantastic horizons.

Dead tree

With this acceptance comes the equivalent of peace,
a fog accumulated without question
like the underflesh of aging arms
freer than water, colorless, fixed.


Dead seal

I feel a trillion parts of me
both up and down to levels where
I am no concern--
apsara, mitochondria,
quintillionths and inside.


New Years


The conversations are an elevated silence
like the sea is hissing its real name,
or the sky brings moderation
by means of extremes:
tornadoes made of rainbows.


Bright light • Dead tree • Dead seal • New Years


I never dug on freedom, love--
just saw myself awaiting the bosons and quarks
emergent novelties, white holes
insane inside.


Cuz whenever I think things disintegrate and renew
someone dies and is no more.
You can tap the brakes but you can't stop the car.
So why not drive right into the golden wall?


A glass half broken is broke
and needs to be smashed for real.
The unnatural one is me. At night I think
alone in a world of wounds
preservation is absurd.


Or that could chaos be tracked
were I big enough to see
the globe of meaning from above
curve upon itself
and whole the emptiness
of what appears to be two rivals--
to where opposing arcs will join
our cold civil wars
withholding divinity.

Bright light • Dead tree • Dead seal • New Years

But some things we're not meant to know
like sunlight to a deep-sea worm
So every night another day
ripens to the rind.
So I drink to the withering vine.
So I drink to the


Bright light • Dead tree • Dead seal • New Years