July 2011
19 posts
the moon swims naked
the earth’s cunt is rank of loam
her nape burns my cheek
inexhaustible
stratus clouds pour down a ravine
a river’s ghost
I am a great ape
my module sticks to a planet
we are all spacemen
a shocking sight when
lightning reveals vast water -
we’re on a bridge
a stony ledge
a mule deer’s hoof slips when
my light clicks on
sun-bleached sidewalk
trodden grapes or viscera?
but i’ve passed on
an alpine lake looms
flat and silent and blinding
time has ended
a black seafloor
where coral cities glow
an ocean of air
chaparral rolling
callipygean rondure
hallelujah
gun-started birds
take off from the carrizo brake
confetti busting
gargantuan
tarantulas impaled on stakes
dead palm trees
static explosions
of paint from fissures
green smoke
ocotillo shadow
trembling elongate and surreal
over limestone
a stack of receipts
for all those weekdays you sold
dry cleaner hangers
February 2011
1 post
Your dictatorship
of beauty, your Swiss Bank heart;
the coup’s imminent.
October 2010
3 posts
From a gray milk sky
seafowl shriek the yawing frigates.
The cold surf thuds.
Gnarled packteam bent
moiling up the mountainspine - or
lightning-tricked pines?
Thicket blackly drenched
below the snowy plateau.
Humus smoking.
April 2010
2 posts
Stealing a glance at
your storefront reflection you said:
“I love New York.”
Life is haiku:
wanting more syllables you find
truth in scarcity.
Could still use a few more though.
March 2010
1 post
1 tag
An American Motorcyclist’s Guide to Mexico City
[Summer 2007]
The very first words of the section of my guidebook entitled “Driving in Mexico City” are: “You must love pain or be insane.” It’s too bad my guidebook was written for pussies. If they think navigating the world’s largest city (three times the size of New York, home to 25 million people, air so polluted it exceeds by 300% toxicity levels considered by the UN to be “unbreathable,”...
February 2010
1 post
A Name Day Story
One day long ago, when Thuban was still the Polestar, a man went out to gather mushrooms, for he was of a mushroom-gathering people. The night before, just beyond the horizon, they had seen the light of campfires reflected against the otherwise unanimous dark of the night sky. At dawn he had set out to find a particular kind of phosphorescent mushroom that proffers clairvoyance. Slung under one...
November 2009
1 post
October 2009
6 posts
Michaelmas haiku
All Souls College
buoyed by undulating voices
dust motes float.
July 2009
5 posts
Jacob and the Prisoner
“I got two things to say to you and then that’s it. First: you’re going to hell. That’s a dead certain fact.”
Jacob saw something change in the prisoner’s face. That slight sardonic line of the lips did not twitch, nor did the insolent eyes falter. It was more like an incremental tensile adjustment of the skin of his face, perhaps a gritting of molars. That was how Jacob knew the work he had...
June 2009
5 posts
Friday haiku
Blimp in the sky,
slumb’rous drift by. How illusive this world,
ape-contrived.
Coffee haiku
Cup of clemency,
bitterblack, pray thaw my morning
misanthropy.
San Francisco haiku
Trolley bells from fog,
harbingers of wooden clatter
afreight with apes.
April 2009
3 posts
Hungover
I despise the rain like the tears
of a maudlin sot.
March 2009
17 posts
Lockean haiku
Pyongyang McDonalds.
Thus in the end all the world
was America.