December 2015

advent a light year to go

sun-risen 
the buttercups
in spring rain
just a little frog
liking butter

little frog in butterflight

this jaundiced view of buttercups

closing in time a buttercup to light

Moore's madonna—
the spaces we occupy
seen through too
home to roost
night in-stills itself
within us
advent host
second guessed
in coming
daylight 
drizzle 
now 
light
feeling up
and down 
across
her cross
 
Hiroshima
seed-bedding anew
manifest destiny
writer's block—
his reflection hogs
the limelight
 
 

in our image the fog of war

 

 

armed to the teeth
with projected profits
an alms-giver
oil slick
over and under
a holy fire

bloodlines drawn out into battle-lines into blood

first school day
on the classroom wall
Winston Churchill
school recess
we scan the clouds
for zeroes
peace-time spring
the future roars through
cumulus skies
Black Saturday—
all things seen
since then
for the first time
the faces that have been disappeared;
leaf crackle in the static
in spring
the leap from noun
to verb
 
 
the day
as it was to become
when I left it
hear now
within ocean rumble
a gull's hunger
damped down
by unseasonal reign
failed haiku
 
 
US and them
right up to the last 
strumpet
scattered clouds
the expanse of space
I occupy
always the beginning
before
the never ending
in Auchwitz cave
the fingernail etchings
of terror
it dawns
the pre-cum of light
in wakening
within their meaning
within so few syllables
these whispers of breath
darkling roost
some bird without a name
calls me out
all at sea
hand scars become
a life-line
old history
a frog delves into
herstory
another blank page
my pen tap-dances along 
themes of exclusion
lost to light 
still in longing
solstice 
listen now!
a decomposer sounds out 
the end of sound
lightning flash
into the other side
of blueness

forcing the issue may I will

the moon is the viewer's and the fullness thereof

behold the darkness mooning over us

way back then
the little caught
in a breath
what is
and what isn't
in being
seen
Anthropocene Age
 
 
end to end daze drone on
 
year end and mine and 
 
end of days in a daze
 
dead matter matters too
 
anoxic event in sight
 
losing interest in their usury
 
oozorious interest cripples the poor
 
weapons oil the flow of greed
 
the year fed up on the udder of lies
 
recycle plan
we become the 
fossil fuel
we exhaust


in my image the fog of war

 

 

(for Marlene Mountain with gratitude)


end to end daze drone on

year end and mine and

end of days in a daze

dead matter matters too

anoxic event in sight

losing interest in their usury

oozorious interest cripples the poor

weapons oil the flow of greed

the year fed up on the udder of lies

recycle plan
we become the 
fossil fuel
we exhaust