Posts Tagged ‘Flowers’

Three nights I have lain awake Storming through half-sleep dreams And possibilities, thoughts, Mental magical carpets, Half real, half realized; Doors half opened and swinging Smooth computers peripherally Analyzing and verifying Believing yet incredulous Of the panoramic impossibility. The stark lightning of imagination Energized and rampantly naked; Leaping obstacles with merry, nimble feet Barely touching [...]

Introducing the Muse

Posted: December 7, 1994 in Poetry
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I wonder, as the Poet, if you care what I say here; these words may only be patterns or statistics to you. The appreciation is when organs move – some passing of spirit through your flesh, a Magick spell which, uttered, or even read, evokes a thump on the heart-drum or a tangle of the [...]

Tails Side Up

Posted: December 5, 1994 in Poetry
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I wish on every lucky penny that I find (tails side up) for you for me for us and wherever we’re going in all this fog. I want that my glasses were halogen knives to draw and quarter the mist of the near future: is it money? is it marriage? is it me? that has [...]

I’ve hated myself for so long for other people other opinions, other lives: here goes my hair – look in the mirror, watch your steely blue eyes wink: lighthouses to steer ships by. Bring them home. Home is the sailor, home from the sea, and the hunter, home from the hill. home to your heart. [...]

What Happens Now?

Posted: September 27, 1993 in Poetry
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when the nighttime slips across the sky like a teenage lover out his window to put flowers on his first girlfriend’s car, I’m usually surprised, even though it was I who used to climb cautiously out of my house and bicycle through quiet orange-lit streets, picking homeowner’s flowers along the way to makeshift a heartfelt [...]

Black Jack

Posted: June 6, 1993 in Poetry
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I and when the madness comes she creeps around the corridors, pausing to stomp on cats’ tails pausing to drive in rusty nails and slam subconscious doors behind my eyes. II it would be easy one day to fall down and stay, not moving, wherever I was and not respond to my rescuers; to get [...]

so we’re not seeing eye to eye I think I’ll go splash around in the tide. you are so beautiful when you’re upset, it always comes to me as a surprise. I’ll watch your face turn red and green and I will listen to what you’re screaming and when you’re done crying and bitching, I’ll [...]

Japanese Poem Imitations

Posted: May 2, 1993 in Poetry
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I when flowers bloom in many fiery colors, I imagine the bright sparkles which I, in your eyes, no longer see. II bamboo grows along one part of the lagoon beach where the iceplant twines below it, a dress around the feet of a girl. III at the end of this I recollect the times [...]

Impressions

Posted: April 30, 1993 in Poetry
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you’re a kitten curled up after a day of curious exploration, ears twitching with dreams and unconscious poise, lulled asleep by the intricate rhythm of your heart rattling in its cage. you’re two shiny blue eyes like children on Christmas day, lips slightly parted and twinkles streaming like the stars in the Milky Way, one [...]

Untitled Poem #158

Posted: April 23, 1993 in Poetry
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a spray of flowers erupting from a glass vase is a frozen firework of love from you.

By Yellow Moonlight

Posted: April 17, 1993 in Poetry
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I commissioned a cloak black but lined with elf-eyes to be able to stand still in the graveyards I wished to wander. The wind confers in my ears then tugs like awkward bridesmaids at my hem making parachute ripples in the fabric while I ignore them, another statue in this washed out moonlight a faint [...]

Chess

Posted: March 8, 1993 in Poetry
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when the night has come and I have shuttered my open windows, it is then that I turn away from other things to my room of books and hanging plants hiding in the warmth of my possessions; a dried flower to remind me of you, a red blanket that I was born into, a zillion [...]

Untitled Poem #149

Posted: February 22, 1993 in Poetry
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A Druid has stood In the green of my woods, A forest of lines of verse. The light from her eyes Has given me my eagles Which soar through my nighttime skies. I hunt for the words As mice run from an owl And stand them in bowls; Bouquets of flowers to please me.

Untitled Poem #144

Posted: January 25, 1993 in Poetry
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I write you a note with the periwinkle crayon you left behind: I am frightened that I still love you in such abandon. I know you feel it, too with the turning of your stomach and the helpless feelings. I can’t tell you what tomorrow will bring to us. pray for flowers.

Inkslinger

Posted: January 20, 1993 in Poetry
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my ink gleams wetly before it dries; my love burns fiercely before it dies or so it seems, disappears to surface in flying dreams. love long corridors of paisley flowers love perfect fires and books for hours space and time, meter and rhyme, still my ink flows on and across a purple crayon for my [...]

Breathing Pains

Posted: October 26, 1992 in Poetry
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waiting for you to arrive, I close my eyes for the birds that rise, flowing over my skin, baiting the thoughts that cruise like fish within. I sink deeper into my steel water trough to wonder when the night will roll in. the flowers I brought you have wilted from the sweat on my brow, [...]

Dream Girl

Posted: July 20, 1992 in Poetry
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I SAW YOU [believe] run pitter-patter run hide away, waterfall or column of flame; run along dream girl. I caught you this time (in the echo of your flowered footprints)

I will sing you a song softly of a little girl I remember dreaming, who would wink into the faces of the flowers to see them smile, perfume tickling her nose all the while as she would wander secret places. this little girl I did love as I seemed to quietly spy from the trees [...]

in the photograph, taped at the corners, we were caught falling into the river with smiles and half-closed eyes; flowers were falling on the glossy surface in the middle of the white album page, shifting the reflection of the sun. outside the open oak-framed window, shining over the tall broad-leafed trees, and the clouds spiraling [...]

I I can wish as hard as I want without trying. Maybe it takes a nervous breakdown To examine the croak of a frog. A rich man tapes his hands to his sides Drowning in treasures but refusing to decide Which pearls he wants to wear for eyes. II To the grey lands to search [...]

Untitled Poem #-15

Posted: January 10, 1992 in Poetry
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day comes near and bleeds on me. all the trees, all the frogs leave in little ships labeled by the experts. the flowers tremble but still no wind on this punctured shore, wheeling through someone else’s sky.

Derivation of Kawabata II

Posted: December 2, 1991 in Poetry
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flowers stand in a pot for tea under a scroll: the rain is quiet filling pools; mirrors for the clouds’ coiffures. in an alcove of dark wood.

So Many Flowers

Posted: August 25, 1991 in Poetry
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I doze off to wake up surrounding by stars floating on a sea of moth dust and butterfly wings with children singing nursery rhymes and I can’t move; there are so many flowers all bearing fruit lightning arcs between stars as I watch the dance of their rotation then doze off and wake up here.

alley flower

Posted: August 14, 1991 in Poetry
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fiery stamen and splay-topped tendrils; multicolored electric octopus, singing, gesturing in Indian splendor inside a spherical universe of glass; mysterious flower writhing to the silence of the void; infinipodal walker, reaching and grasping at a terrible mirror, constantly searching the circumference; hot green stalks sadly follow my curious fingertip across the sky as I trace [...]

Three Letters

Posted: August 2, 1991 in Poetry
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uncomplicated happiness is the key to joy: J-O-Y three letters, infinite fun simple as speedy wood grain easy as a bean burrito when you are hungry; a present or a surprise for yourself like a flower or a video game, twenty-five cent drug trip life death and reality are just that simple free your mind [...]