the days, they’re shortest,
skinless, surrounding the house,
drift wood barricade.
Tag: poem
it’s spring, and now green
is on everything that stands
or spreads. starkness unraveling
under advancing elliptic and the hungry
thumbs of suburbia. microscopic
industries expanding the imperialism
of death and life.
home at the end
of winter. there’s a drafty passion in my ear. on the hairs of my neck. the weekdays and workends of reckless ownership wedging like moss in the joints of the twentieth century. built of chair web and laundry. hefty bags. bottled water. sink full of dishes with egg dried on. comfortable in this obscurity i pound fists to table say it’s always the last piece that completes the puzzle always cold as a megalith aligned north coincidentally marking equinox half buried in antique stumbling i make every day make sense and i make my pencils sharp make phone calls make the calendar a battleplan make up my mind a hundred times and a hundred times not admitting it’s the puzzle that completes the last piece at the end of winter in the sun’s ungraciousness my mouthful of acts condensed on glass counting consequences like beads
after work, freezing
under january’s chisel,
my tracks and walnuts
planted for the squirrel
that haunts the bird feeder
weekend leviathan
churning in the downy foam of saturdays’ seas, he consolidates his will and draws the last warmth into himself. a body no other can raise, but once breached and clothed and coffeed, there is no hope of him subsiding. as if a state of nature, he marshals hammers, wrenches, strange saws, and torches to face the tight struggles of plumbing or pruning, wiring lights where there were none, assembling swedish economy. he will not flee. a singularity, he is solid and will fix it. contorting fingers and heat and hardware into something common. then settling. behind him a wake of sweat and profanities. a wake of things done and undone, first principles simmering.
poem at the beginning
a hundred geese lift
off and slice the morning
southward. leaves fall.
a grey flurry in the half-sun.