figures of speech

sentences having a tricky time of it
leaves grammar weakened,
especially by fused, or otherwise
injured, participles.

can’t be sure whether our
ordinary lives are totally euphemistic
or just figures of speech.

“bees and nothingness”

“bees and nothingness”
that surely covers it all–
our hive minds finally
smoked out,
all nectar transformed.
exits everywhere–
only a sweet remembrance
lingers in the clearing.

adjacency

cluttered desk.
bottle of white-out
discovered
handily waiting.
I should buy
typewriter
to keep it company.

adjacency is not
always helpful,
many times,
too close to
myself.

properly robust

ever had something stuck in your teeth
way back that can’t be tongued out?
be so lucky to have such
a puzzle stuck in your mind.
if properly robust, not even a reaching
fervency will prematurely dislodge it.

specific gravity

to say there is ultimate balance
implies a point of imbalance.
neither teeters as does your mind.
this is an old snorkel, but if
you have scales, find the water first,
before questioning your specific gravity.

prosaic strokes

no poetry here,
only invitations.
prosaic strokes
in a big pond.
all restrained,
the only importance,
you;        listen,
it is the season,
of completion.

hastily sewn

in art, you look beyond the paint.
likewise, look into these
hastily sewn words.
why else would they have zippers?

forget the windex

I stand looking through the window
and suddenly notice the glass for the first time.
I see what kept me separated.

forget the windex,
use a hammer.

it’s not the facts

it’s not the facts
that keep things going.
it’s the questions
about the facts.
that is where life is sharpened,
all verbs pared down to be
manageable, and
safe.
we are the oil for the whetstone.
…most of the time.

conjecture

conjecture is surmises
all thrown together.
all we have,
till we wade in
and sort things out.

showing indifference

subterranean 
condo.
our ground hogs
slow waddle their
way even-paced to
the stream and back,
showing indifference
to fenced dog barks
or tractor rumbles.
I would bow down
to such equanimity,
but they would
ignore that, as well.

so much room

criticism aside,
daydreams forgotten,
news avoided,
speech minimized–
so much room,
left for sight.

your emptiness unzipped

mind is not for quietude.
dance on   I am,
jump over   what if,
skip past   it is.
if you stop anywhere and
rest on some idea, your
emptiness is unzipped,
and soon stuffed with
concern.

dust on living room buddha

everything so
goddamn blatant.
the dust on living room
buddha.
glistening smile,
now scrutable. 

jargon

 ”                                       “
the above short quote
may have fallen away by
the time you read this.
such is the slippery nature
of linguinic-morphological
jargon exploring the roots
of silence, and noodles.

all balance possible

bare composition
climbs on shaky framework,
requiring all balance possible.
yet sometimes it’s too exuberant,
and all colors spill out of these
small black letters.

enough

a mouse has no notion
how big its yard.
only that it be enough
in the direction
it is headed.

ease dropping

ease dropping on previous
conversations:
voluntary water boarding
for the mind.

seemless mind

he who hesitates
is left there, hesitating.
being quick may bring
stumbles.
seemless mind–
no halting thoughts,
all speeds appropriate.

nothing is concealed

blatant connections
from tiny observations.

we were always too gentle
with ourselves.
blunt results
from blunt action.

***

nothing is concealed.
all pools of life are
shallow, offering little
refuge for those just
splashing about.

intimating

‘controlled access’
new term for door.
our gated world requires
limited accessibility,
intimating the value of the other side.

who knocks on the gate
that isn’t there?

Second Law

brick patio wall
separates from itself,
joints open, mortar releasing.
some say because yard settling.
I see only the Second Law
jockeying for position.

nothing is plumb.
only a measurer,
occasionally.

unpracticed mind

as soon as one word
follows the cursor,
I am in the world of choice,
wrestling each moment
for the ability to stand
on such a shifting floor.
choosing or rejecting,
no one here is pleased.

automatic decisions
made quickly
crawl at spontaneity’s feet.
an unpracticed mind,
always self-righting.

bootless

why speak of transcending?
first wallow in the core,
bootless.
the soles of your feet
shall tell you
all that is needed.

leaving discreteness

I no more move from
awareness to awareness
than I step from fall to winter.
discreteness, I leave for
one half of physics.

no impediment

sloppy writing no impediment—
it’s only any sloppy thinking
overflowing
that mop bucket of ideas,
that can’t be edited.

same address

not a question if a phrase is apt or not.
all lead to the same address, though
some by a more circuitous route.
all description, indelibly marked by its creator–
mind stamping out more mind.

syncopated perceptions

music of late has been
heard first with the spine
and then the ear.
all syncopated perceptions,
limbicly copping a feel.

talking, though, an
avoidance to be endeavored.
each word lasting
into the night.