Thursday, June 21, 2018

Life is a Mystery What Brings You Near

Life is a mystery, what brings you here?
the highway is maddening I came to talk
but why can't you hear the
 breath of the hawk
the hawk that talks a thousand times clearer
than you than your Love why are you crying?
the evening seems capable of reasoning
talk to the hawk
very early in the season of the soulstice heart
a dear runs for cover in the ether
there by a power hearing me speak are
wings of the hawk
but how do we cross to the other side
being its beak talk

The light in the stardust much makes of Earth

the light in the stardust much makes of Earth
the arrogant moment abjures its wrestle atunes
take me to the ceiling of any earth
the one in the morning the one at noon
i take it you're watching indelicate nouns
become for me happier than every truth
succumb to the careful and the coy approve
not everybody talks with apology too
and more than anything that I advert, heat
again: a spider on a string for swerves 
delights in passions that flower the stretch
from me to you to everyone a pearl

everyday after the morning awakes
i take a breath of awe from the daylight
because i love the sound of the silence
and offering partake of the fire

AFRICA BURST the immigrant manager speaks all ready English

the immigrant manager
speaks already english

tongue from the cheek
of dominion unfurl

walcot at even for score
blinks to earth

watch me my island
i already work

my spirit condenses
my Africa or burst

RINCONES DE RAYOS

RINCONES DE RAYOS HARAN
MUESTRA DE TERRESTRES TRIZTEZAS SON
VALVULA DE ESPERANZAS PONEN
LAS HUELLAS DE CIERTAS RAZONES VAN

boredom come frequently easy i cry

--osmandiaz

boredom come frequently easy i cry
the range of forward action isn't true
it lacks the advantage of youth and you
the most exciting adventurer i hear

you never roll over for masters or lords
of yoruban fixtures the child drums
magic in the sound of my pattern stern
a ship is no fool the bindings the souls

waves beneath the fountain bliss the porpoise
the eyes of the throttle of the slaver
bequeeth it for me to the power of art
the sentimental letter to a brother

epistolery a beat for measure
to treasures of elzian pleasure

Monday, June 11, 2018

Jersey Diaz

To  paterson’s reeds where yellow and green
Grow patterning offshoots of victuals
Color feeds lightning a radius reels
A poet at length marries everything

From firelit awnings of waterfalls
over rocks riddled with tense
Sudden to inverted rivers, lenses,
Water reveals the patterns of awed falls

An ocean for signature dimensions
The size of the sound enormously plows
Forces of intrepid dominion wowed
Belong for a moment to silence --no.

Scribe over shadowy cliffs are reprised.
Faith over courage and love over sized

Ashberry and Bidart




The cumulus exude an iris
a marriage of heaven and hell - conscious--
and unconscious woven in envelopes
rays carry outward neon of lightbulbs

gorges to rewind the onset of time
weathering pleathers  petal wire

approaches a mutiny, sir, sire
the bellybuttons dancing together

an infant in feather wrought winging
child of deus wonder to violence
the thresh mettle plunket and choir
a cast off of classical style

inlets of a word phrase come to this
watch for it wait and listen to it