Tag Archives: nature
forever is a whale song
gentle rain falls in the breast of the leviathan
drops pool in memories once long forgotten
the brown of winter and mud stains on the heart
steel gray clouds, squeezed from blow holes
cold sun, unsure behind the glassy surface, floats slower
the lungs of the world are picked apart, tree by tree
a sad whale song is lost in the fog of distant hills
eternal monday evenings—ordinary as hands
beauty, living behind the land to enter the sea
legs incased worthless under blue-green water
trust disappears from the face of the moon
poseidon swells and low tide goes missing
the gods are vexed by the creep of the backstroke
under the storm’s punch, the sandbar is smeared
suddenly, everything changes in a shimmer
breaking through the surface, the pod rises
with gulls circling, searching for the radii
whale bones bleach in the warming sun, eternal salt
on the crest of a wave, venus has left with mars
and el niño’s violent tantrum wanes for summer
blue heron
earth rising
sea oat under a blue moon rising and a northeast wind
egret series
yellow-crowned night heron
First Landing State Park
gaia
05/20/15
when you were born
i thought i heard a whisper
coming through the trees
was it you talking to me?
outside of the leaves
holy the human animal
coming down from the trees
it was you, coming to me
coming out of night-terrors
electric light and stun-guns
baptized in the wars of
machiavellian autocrats
who want for too much
ice sculptures and learjets
trinket traps,
manufactured barriers
that separate and keep us apart
you, the soft-bodied vermin
of binge and vomit,
leave me pockmarked
with your poison cesspools
at your invisible hand
i know the violation
frequent, fractured & broken
you lay me down to waste
why can’t we play today?
the time when you dreamed
of flint and fire
of the sky god and stars
i nurtured you
now look,
you lock yourself away
in artificial life
ignore my cries of anguish
underground
my depression runs deep
fracking to the surface
thoughts of suicide
will i always be like this?
will i ever be given, the time to heal?
have you forgotten?
planets are born and die
just like people
i need you to return,
from whence you came
—return to the trees
and take with you, your knife
from out my side of twilight
catastrophic, structural failure
Chesapeake, VA 01/20/15
hips become
a matching set
of pestle & mortar
to grind down
sleep
dream
mood
skyrocket discontent
my own personal pain
; i have no time
for your grief
—leave me alone
femoral heads
(most sensitive)
rasp gnarled
in diseased sockets
the clunk
and pop
of worn-out
(misaligned)
ball-joints
of a wobble
automobile
a beater
with nowhere to go
no way to go
no get-up-and-go
the emanating
life force
now shackled
; cinched down tight
like a corset
suffocating
an inactive core
give me
the full monty
behind the
white giant
jesus statue
my incision time
frankenstein
the monster
or the doctor?
please,
can i sit outside
the breakers?
once again