Sunday, February 28, 2010

arugula


Let's bless the green bits, and the sink that cleans them.
Eating these, our atoms wear sweaters of chlorophyll
and cozy up to one another, making messages pass faster,
as green woolen atom elbow nudges green woolen atom side.

Let's go ahead now and acknowledge that emphasized in winter
is the oneness of objects, so that our green mixes are comprised
not only of arugula and mustard greens, but are made also of
towel, cat, birch, telephone, right arms, left feet, chagrin and glee.

Let's not forget what these greens mean!
Let's improve our memory by cramming
our heads with the stuff, fit like cotton balls,
dyed, extended, covered in leaves and gleaming,
around our silly sleepy hemispheres.
Take in everything, weeds and nets included,
and digest yourself into them.


Saturday, February 20, 2010

gabriel oaks, again.

alice, he says, I'll hold this for you.
Look, I rest beauty on my shoulders,
so that you do not feel the burden of the flower.
You can fight battles of impulse,
scowl at your own knees,
and only later, return to me.
-clogged yet unalloyed man of the goodwill treasure shelf-

part one


hold out your fists as if holding a steering wheel,
that's habit.
now turn over your hands, open your palms,
as if receiving a pile of linens for the bed you'll sleep in,
that's nirvana.

that's what the straight spined woman said,
and if I trust her calm smile, I'll believe it.


If breath constructs balanced awareness,
why is beauty all muddled and skipping, both
during the inhale and the out?
I singe the leaves when I enlighten the plant.
I wrestle with the same problem of the silly apple,
over and over and over again, until I find myself
eating the concept.





Wednesday, February 3, 2010

the woodlanders


with gratitude, we get through