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Friday, February 24, 2012
Gesture
unmistakable
streaming unerring beck
a song
birds call.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Et Leviathan Ego
I swear if I were God, I’d tear a hole
In the heavens to hide myself,
Knowing full well that blasphemy
And evil so dark
The universe would rend itself asunder to know.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
On I-90 in Big Sky Country, 1976
A below zero morning somewhere between
Bozeman and Billings, a small blue-colored bird
On a wire fence with the road ice keeping us moving along
Slow enough to see its breath another cumulus cloud forming.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Haunt
Time to get a move on, ghostbusters—
Though the soda jerk’s a jack-off
In spotless white, Pop’s soda fountain’s still
A dark threat waiting round the corner,
His Wurlitzer bubbles wet dreams
Of youthful effervescence, it’s now or never—
The old gang’s dying to get back there.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Universal Poetic Aspirations
These galaxies keep spiraling
Towards an infinite number
Of impenetrable black holes—
Don’t they know
They can only go in so deep.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Eating out of Our Hands
No matter where
They may be hiding
In the wilderness,
Every once in a great while
Little creatures venture out
And make us feel very small.
Felled
Forget about that conundrum—
Nothing sounds
As clear-cut
As a voice crashing
In the wilderness.
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