Category Archives: Poetry

Here’s my favorite poem from this weeks poetry/art project at http://360.yahoo.com/ubu507           Molly   She sits next to her father Her long haired school girl’s grace In three-quarter profile   Her mare’s legs pressed beneath her … Continue reading →

Adultery   In this moment of headlight Through the bedroom window Your face is etched In cigarette smoke   This moment – memorable Only in its discontents This moment – of headlight Of faces, of cigarette smoke

Dainanna Numen Machen   At a certain stage of the proceedings her manifestation As the directoress the prophetess the lady of vision An authentic epiphany naked before the high oracular Deity the goddess of the empty storehouse the numen Leaning … Continue reading →

Reserve   Something harsh in her reserve a curious grey Not of dawn nor moon pretty hard favored But the shape that is no hallucination Unsteady only because her body is touching This need to satisfy this demand this high … Continue reading →

Lamp     Your eyes when they lamp The point of contact expanding Losing immobility for a second That won’t stay hid Seeing is pretending The wary straining Beneath casual intimacy Quick hauteur Bitter amusement Desire ungovernable

Mephisto Waltz   Compressed into The driver’s seat A low mist over The safest neighborhood In the county   Holding the steering wheel My hands an axis on the map Framing something Always framing   In the woods at this … Continue reading →

contain your excitement!     (Heather in the) Smoke   The dirty window and Around Heather the sunlight Curlicue shadows still Rising from her nose   And even later A certain little exclamation of smoke Coming from some deep place … Continue reading →

The Cuckold’s Cap   The moon wears a cuckold’s cap But he laughs to see us — I in my greatcoat of imagination And she in her sable of wonder   Between two candle flames Our heads flicker, suspended We … Continue reading →

Noon   The eclipse and glow Whisper at the edge of Her brave vibration glittering Her blouse clinging at the rise Half laughing half in the flush Of her full circle Casual, secret, still Yet interestingly transparent In the strong … Continue reading →

Fine White Margin   The principle of evidence Our will less leaving and taking From every room we’re in   The eroding white margin The sometimes intemperate Fine heaving beneath   Perched on the slightest Gesture of intent hesitation Anticipation … Continue reading →