Wednesday, December 8, 2010

what we talk about in your made up room


tight
it's harder to

cross-country-ski
more so than run

single
knee over
single
knee over
knee

draped in
say, I adore,
say, Easy,
fishing hooks
thumb tacks
clothes pins

say isn't this
these easy steps
this fast pace out
onto the yard
of visual pieces

say, you say,
here, eat this,
it's mere skis,
meager shuffle

when I look down
the plane of snow is
all white, all over,
without
the image
of blades (grass)
I try rather triangles
rather cross hill
drag snow
over snow

I make no more nor less nothing

Thursday, December 2, 2010

tree you

1.

he a tree
worn green
to be cut
i'll use him
like logs
fragrant
sound
of wet fir
fire

he asks
if he falls
will i
hear
and i say
yes
yes
with
excitement
i'll hear
the fall
of future
heat for
the house

2.

but
i too
now
a tree
besides
also now
wet behind
ears,
green,
now on
knee
of branches
kneeling
now
lacing, lancing
depending
on
the day
time of
tree
and trestles
leaning

I, too.