Golden Capella was charming
A clear winter sky
When a large white flake
Landed on the bridge of my nose
A snow cat from nowhere.
What secret waters have we drunk from?
Bright sunlight fuses green leaves to incandescence
Against a white stone wall.
Until...
Summer rain clouds receding
Tumble back upon the western mountains
Where the world transpires
Light of reality
Remembering our true home
Across soft shadowed grasses of evening.
Long tide lost
Amidst deep green circles
Green
Acircle blue
Slow curl.
For those of us born outside of time
Wind's awake with crystal iris eye.
Laughter sparkles with the stars
A string of lunar pearls
Hangs around the throat of night.
Soft skinned
Green eyed night.
Swirling
Drunken
Peach bellied night.
The stones themselves
Alone in the sun
Still alone
Myself a stone in the sun.
Soft is the ocean fog, cool and timeless
Straight streets disappear into void
Sleepy morning stillness
Standing invisible on the road
While merry bells wander
In and out at the edge of hearing.
Silent fog floats in from sea waves
Forlorn cheerful barking
Touches the inner ear.
On the morning
Unicorn hides in cliffs
Foam on a
green glass sea.
Sunlit days of restless ancient tongues
This still design
Carved in curving mountain serpentine
A unicorn egg is nested in the chasm of her throne
By silver hooves.
Tangled rock vines
Dripping time's sweet water into still fountains of infinity
Scarlet foliage blazing
Transfiguration of invisible sunsets
White nights bright as fog gifted
days.
Formless crystal and lush eyebrows
Design being's jacket with the wind in mind.
Cold singing in the light.
Unicorns come from the future, transmammalian
They come from the past, reptilian
They love not until nuclear fires warm their frozen brows.
First they wander a thousand years
Between planets
Between time
Grazing on diamond meteoroids and
Sleeping in the lead oceans of Mercury.
Listening to the crystal chatter of hummingbird dawn
A carved sword in my hand
Blood rain skirts the coast
Effort filters out our sorrows
Two stars fall
On thick
old wood.
A quiet river flows out of the bronze temple of time
Redbirds wing it on the zenith
An oracle of now remembered
In quivering shadows of the past
When time's grasping hand opens wide
And the golden swimmer of eternity ascends.
She rests upon a fossil couch
Covered with dreaming jaguars
Waiting for me with a ruby laser flashlight
I lie hidden in the pages of her book.
Her perfect body folds
Into dark shadows beneath our eyes
She wears the shape of ski runs
Covered in deep new snow.
My still patience frightens her.
When I speak
Iron words
Encircle her hips
And spiral
Into her magnetic center.
She hears my ominous plan with disbelief
To be hammer for the anvil of the world.
Cat on a red railing
watching birds while the sun sets
through yellow leaves
ferocious beauty.
One sunset fleeing forever from the dark
Chases Sol around Earth for forty billion years
Wing-ed to horizon
It flies into its own bright center
Gilded black chariots question the pool of light in a solar eye.
Chromatic mammoths of cloud color carry white dragon riders
Charging iridium banners streaming north and south
Into a solar silver west
An urban connection
Surrounds the sun
Where travelers cross on harps of dancing spectra.
Dark followers in dimming light
Hillside streets suspended
Above a glittering crystal city.
Aquamarine surges over our hidden castles
Time swallows space
Out beyond the edge
A luminous rising scans the horizon.
Carrying a slow clock on our tails
We search secret gardens
In the unknown center.
Entering a white stone gateway
We sense a sparkeld trail
Invisible beneath the air.
Walking in quick departures
We follow granite geometric paths
Silent water falls unseen.
Weaving our Cheetah steps together
Dew collects in bright droplets on our fur
We shortcut over low walls
Quickly through the labyrinth
We draw closer to the resonant presence.
There, in the inner stillness, it is found
Amidst ground alight with sparkling brine
We touch whiskers to infinity.
Intense quiescence
Numinous in the
Dark.
Weightless in cold thick air
I climb water culverts in a world ten yards wide,
Leopard swift
Jaguar running
Free along the ledge.
Windows open on white wings of the sea.
Night of the towers
Walking in the radiant cool dark
Shadows of stained glass
A candle in red chrome
Shoulder warmth of listening.
Walking without progress
Burdened with a weight beyond the body
Encapsulated in a shield of invisible silence.
An obsidian wall grows in the will
The stem of a glass rose waves its thorns
White vultures fly upside down
In the clear interior of the earth
Black spectacles penetrate the darkness
Cold ramparts of dreaming house fronts
Where secret couples swim in dim warm light
In the inner water of the night.
These last few quiet streets
Wind diverges
Stones are illumined with nothing,
Heaven is asleep and hell is far away.
Above steep wet chameleon slopes
Radio towers are abrupt and jagged
Sentinels of transpacific winds
Each is stroked with warm red lights
Running up and down their cool and graceful fretwork
Walking. Walking all night long.
Walking all the empty gray streets.
Breathing fog alone at two A.M.
Walking up hill and down
Watching stain glass windows well lit in homes
Walking through the sculptured silence of the night
Walking through the formless void
Walking with the secret essence
Walking fast and long.
Walking bare foot on ice
Mantles of circumstance cloud vision
Fish hook snow
Simple standing here
And walking.
Walking on wet cracked stones
Walking out the lit embers of my youth
Walking above the silent freeways
Walking through hazy silver dawn.
Walking with the inner fire of night
Walking all the way to dawn
Climbing flowery pyramids of light.
Ruby flame under silver midnight skies
Sparkling whims of the hidden moon
Overwhelming blaze splits darkness for those who see.
Ferns listen
a seagate opens
creaking eiderhorns rumble long slow distances.
Once enveloped in wraparound events
Dolphin schools turn their jade eyes to me
Sweet in time.
Desire in white wings calling
Over fire brick summer
Black thread curtains of
Inland smoke
Obscure distant wavering hills.
There too, the agony grows stiller
Jagged spheroids pressed to the cold dim stars.
Action silent and quick as springs.
Green jade calendars tell the time by moonlight.
Arctic pumice from the vats of Pompey
Trees hung with empty curtains of the woven dark.
Wander emerald windlost streets of time
Cardplayers salvage sheets of old iron
In districts of falling pressure.
Watching sea grass waving
While otters throw silver pearls
Through a hoop of clouds.
Strange rumbles in an unknown language
Vibrate egos like a film of dew
On starfish singing in the night.
I, like heaven's barracuda
Fill holes in space with oak leaf thoughts
That rest in silence on warm fur rocks
Curious animals fall from my body
New inventions of the earth's old crust.
A goat star wriggles in the jelly arms of gravity
Wide open winds swell the barrels of a forest
Parrots clatter in a new mown day
Icicle teeth hum mountain waterfalls
With green moss and violets.
Irresistible flowers that smell like infinity
A trickster's mind that
Recognizes everything sdrawkcab
Standing on a bluff in flooding emptiness
I call her closer with telepathic songs
Hesitating at first
Uncertain of the call
She gradually draws nearer until we greet each other
Speaking rubies from the hidden passions of strangers.
Sitting on a northern log caressing echoes of the moon
Come to wet brown and reedy rest
We talk through the long lingering of the light
While sapphire wings
Of close wrapped time turn inside out into the night.
Walkers alone
Among still green sands.
Beach musk encloses our hearts in dim magenta air
Wrapping our bodies in a golden haze of private evening quiet.
Rings scintillate in sky pipes
That linger in the flaming efflorescence
Of the Sun's confusion with ocean waves.
Our geodesics converge
where the unicorns will be
past and future curving into each other.
With a lightening crack
The essence of order calls for rebirth
Frogs leap in the dark
Stones fall from the roof of interior night.
Riding the edge of wet black cliffs
Falling four hundred feet into dynamite cloisters
Of rock surge monk water
A constant explosion that guards a quiet of the mind.
Nothing wears so well as now.
Stars are reflected in the grass like fiery dew
Rock reflects the sky
The sky the sea
The sea the soul
The soul the inward hidden sun
The sun the cool
Still
Secret
winged night.
True thought is pain disguised as loneliness,
Brown walls of the city keep out only I
Civilized barbarian of the invisible rose
Knapsack of tao's dust
Chambered nautilus of deep sea night
Green bear sleeping in the light
God poses for an old time photo
I am the film hung out to dry
A trilobite of the future
Nature's whimsy beneath suburbs of the moon.
Flowers of uncertain change
Always asking the time of eonic wanderers
Alone as unicorns people dare not see
Lens of wilderness
Trout of music's silver funnels
Timid dawn of summer's willow
Archer of infinity.
Never filled by lonesome sideways runners
She has cool towers of icicle stone
Around her heart.
Flooding hollow gardens where unicorns graze
Upon the flowers of desire
She climbs slippery moss cliffs dripping
In pinpoint heels
An October actress
She makes good friends in the darkroom
When her pelt is damp with passion
She smells like the finest mammal wine
An apple ripening by moonlight.
Shredding rainbows on an autumn moment
Her secret sparrows fog my mind while the unicorn
Sneaks by tasting like wet green lightening.
Lyre attendants sing of time's pure azure
Insect armies on the march
Proclaim the night of grossest fugue
When magic wanders out of tao
And upholds the midnight grail alone
From the disintegrating window of heaven
A single rose falls in meteoroid glory.
I work upward across vine covered rocks
Through thin warm Eucalyptus forests
Framing distant splashing waves
In sun wash of light.
Upon the sun dark talus slope I find a deep crevasse
Home of God's voice
A small hidden shaft of sound
From deep within I listen
To the blooming voice of
Origin.
A taste of infinite resonance
A power voice of will
Telling truth.
In a small boat of strangers
We crash through surf onto a foam drenched beach.
Others, more than a hundred
Are already here
Each one separate and alone.
Ahead of us stretches a long gravel slope
Curving more and more upward
Into immense, overpowering, mountain heights
Warm and belly brown in the sun
Rising beyond the line of sight.
Lower slopes are covered with figures struggling toward...
After watching the climbers for a while
I turn right and walk along the beach.
A day and half a night of walking.
To come upon a broad low house of grey moonlit stone.
Inside a note rests on the table
It says that there is a storeroom full of seeds,
Nuts and dried fruit
Take a sackful
And leave by a door in the back.
Beyond, a crystal garden grows
Some plants are of familiar shape
Others know strange and novel form
Each has blooms of crystal gems
Of different sizes, color and symmetry
Some yellow orange rhombohedrons
Rise five feet above obscure low greenery
Bright blue spikes shine like starlight.
All glow quietly in night light
With protective luminescence
Below and beyond
Spreads an empty desert wide and bare
A rocky windswept racing ground
Where unicorns feast upon lions.
Lark rides an elephant's head with hieratic pride
Gilded in rose gold wine and silver canticles abandoned
To searching time wrapped leaves
Beneath the marble crafted tree
That drips sweet blood of love.
Shells of actual history enfold the true self.
A spiral of white doves rushing upward to the sky
Spinning a thousand years into one.
I am listening to the traffic in black holes
There are rays lurking on the bottom of the bay
Harmless to surface swimmers.
Fossil ebony hats disappear from nowhere.
An eye cuts crystal grooves through invisible night
Rain foxes dance in a splendid blinking light.
My eyes are jade blue coals afloat
Watching the rock plain of starry night.
Stem frolic like a drunken lion
A bellycord drags me out of sleep.
Water colder than ice runs over my hands
Cool, fierce, and free on the empty stone desert.
Laughing in my ocher chest
Alive with stars
While the ultraviolet sun we never see
Rises from midnight constellations.
She is waiting, impatient as a poppy for the sun
Her body a crystal focus
For magnetic strands of memory
Long low red brick buildings block the beach behind her.
Slipperier than a trout in the shower
She comes to me wearing only her motorcycle
Her motions are as smooth as a Stradivarius bicycle
Melting downhill.
Distance lingers in the comets of delight.
Wire fingers close and grapple at the bone
Radium fur parts in warm wet red
Fast exchanges on rock
Fine sand drifts between our lips.
Our afternoons are brighter than sunrise
And darker than a swallow's nest.
Golden eagles flock towering gates
Crashing open in a wine flower dance.
A black retriever on the run
The transit of your eyelids swells a crescent flame.
Bonecall resonance heard loud in the south
Bittern calls as snow in the formless void.
Divergence encloses
Circumference in a glistening wet ring.
From nothing effervescent oceanic water bed
Covered with cat's purr and sleep
Wood knot gesture unfolds the bell of dawn.
Our vertebrae pianos tune against dense folds
Secret skimmers
Hover across a bright red bridge between our ears
Violet dice
Fall sevens along the curves of your skin
We awaken as dreamers of the sea.
In silent rivers of nothingness
My intent is firmer than the planets in their courses.
I like it when my heart beats rough and furry
Blood washing
Down the rocky joke of gravity
Through rainbows rent in drifting veils
After the dancer of the beginning.
North of the Golden Gate,
Vineyards sleep in hidden mountain valleys
Drinking wine
And watching bluebirds.
Deep in the wilderness of roses
Lies a small round pond
Flashing in the summer breezes.
A grey enameled sky
Dew flame on sunrise roses.
Bright lights rise above trackless forest
A pond of waiting stillness circles eye of sky
Upon a plain of wild roses
Mirroring the rose plain.
Embedded in the thorny tangle of dewy blooms
Your smiles fall well seen
Even in the dark star springing night.
A sunlit storm
Of the heart's wild mountain wind
Raises billows of rose petals
Swept before the sunlight on a blooming wind of love.
Windrift pond wears a flower cloak
Lost in the wilderness of roses
Glittering moonlets of riven sand alight slow dawn
Slow light down
We sleep upon the windswept wilderness of roses
Azure dreams rain from sunwashed skies
Sailing free upon the rainbows of the moon
Floating petal covered
Upon our small round pond.
In a wild rose garden in the wilderness
A small round pond
Glows between the sunset and the crescent moon
Shines between
Sunrise and the crescent moon.
Our world today flings out its soft arms wide
We lie between clean green sheets
Elliptic lovers
Your eyes in infinite darkness.
A silken afternoon on the coast
Mushrooms dance in shade
Sun hangs permanently in high blue west
Orating long sentences of yellow light
While we move to a rhythm of melodic peace.
Our free minds coast upward on the rising air
Eucalyptus trees dream of their distant Australian hills.
In our clear glass room above
The silver cobalt flickering sea
We are toppled over by the steepening rise
To fall rolling and sliding back down toward the beach.
Dizzy and dusty, but unhurt
We return to the ascent.
White surf rushes in a metric face
Seals bob between water nodes
Intricate internal harmonic movements
The sun's long glide might never sink.
Your clear eyes shed a glow of roses
Flashing to their feathery rest.
Every object is wrapped in a warm clear film of day
Skimming gulls arc high retreating cusps
Along shifting seawings
Dim in essence speeding.
An electric diamond
Rocks to and fro in our slippery grasp
Abyssinian shards fleck about elbows of sleep
Harmless beasts invade the eyelids
Behind the music of light lie harmonies of shadow
Smiling in the summer sun
Miniature dragons swim foamlessly beneath the surface
Water clear and sparse
Has no edge.
One summer we lived on the crest of Sonoma
In a stone house with a glass west wall
Looking over seven ridges falling to the sea.
Morning crystal light dissolves
Suspended in fire wind
Hawk wings it high to outer cool.
By noon high summer heat turned the landscape to flaming dust
As our throats twanged dry as leather
Wooden porch dried and twisted in the photon storm.
Too hot for snakes
Only lizards and searchers for the triple way
While my fingers touched your skin.
Summer fog ran up grassy silver slopes
banking before our eyes
Until a thin blue line lingered overhead
Velvet meteors swimming in fine down
Ran our wrinkled skins to the light bath.
Naked and glowing at noon
We put on our clothes piece by piece.
When the afternoon reached its furthest smokey crackling
Distant nodes of fog began
To creep between the seamost hills
Our magic drank the quiet
As fog poured in between the ridges
Four o'clock heat began to ease
Two hours later the fog was fingering valleys
Directly below our house.
Row by row the pinelines disappeared through white curtains
Pushing a damp chill before it
Until by dark
We were building a fire in autumn jackets.
Along the moonlit country road to our home
Magic goats graze on mushrooms at midnight.
My body snakes in drooping branches with red hat
And sunbruised shoulders.
God gives me the solitary gift of emerald shadows
And jade green evenings
Wings of sunstruck grass
Sweeping beyond the crystal palm of earth.
I am the dragon's breath
Of flame weeping in lazy pillows of the sun
Star glittering teeth before the birth of action
Cats visit me
A landmark on the hunt
Among jungle folds of my unmowed grass.
Sitting before dawn in a darkened room
Hung about the sky's corners
Working quietly in the first images of light
Going out among shadowless peals of orange and rose
Drinking sweet essence of a new born day
Green around snow edges
Back street icicles hang six months old.
Spring winged greensong
Silence builds a home for reason.
Sultry mountains are pink in the west
This will be a good year for timber and grazing
Long valleys will fill with deep green grass
Tall timber will melt its snowfields
Tundra will bloom early and long
Amidst rock faces alight in splendor.
My body disappears in the grasses
Serene water fogging frozen eyelids
My mind wanders free, calculating the opposite of time.
A thin spring song fills lambs with joy.
Open a clean new blade for the April sunrise
Then walk north on the prairie.
In an ancient garden
By the green light of the moon
This high tide of spring drowns mind in wonder
Colors curve the eye's delight.
How high! How far! winged with love and light
Does the bright bird fly!
White faced cat nods asleep guarding the secret passageway.
New buildings
Trees dressed up for the sun
Dreaming awake into the high tiered palace of the night.
Snow up in the mountains
Will soon come tumbling down
I'm going fishing for the swift trout
Catch my limit every day.
All in the blue sunshine.
Spear hunting light cave on the canvas
Brightly now
The laser flux
Heat soars personified.
While sun's moist breath
Weaves shadows in stark red flame
Stand in deep shade after cutting an acre of bush
Skin breathing noontide heat
An inch of sweat pickles my brain for future use.
Mathematics, the circumsages say
Was music for old Pythagoras
Where free lines now circumnavigate the cosmic sea.
Full moon rises through dark leaves of summer's center
Tree trunks thick and black hang massive shadows
Upon a stack of formless forms
Where earth crawls up against the night
Crossing beams of time mark luna's silent glide
Determined to be free.
The darkest chain in midnight's hour
Is absence
And a quick closeness like velvet lightening.
Shreds of old cantatas
Grasshoppers beaming late summer heat
Dragonflies
Take wing with blue electric messages.
Configurations of the days
And pole of starry night
Birdhome and refuge of the beast
Gathering bundles and folds of time
Into a secret pocket of the forest.
Autumn as it is
Trees lion crested in heraldry
And the sun shines down.
Walking through the last green days
Blue suited bare legged noisemakers march with flags
Drums and banners.
Wind surges in the great tide of time's advance
Red blazing through the world
Water lingers on the breath of snow.
And future memories of wet brown November
Until the gray dawn of winter.
Perhaps winter has resigned
One needs three bodies
First for summer's stifle
Another for the Prussian iron of winter
Today, for a disappearing void.
Shifting, rustling, less than certain
Spinning coin
Cool and thin
Moving slowly outward along the diagonal
Shift in phase.
Fox, hound, eagle.
These are low slow winter clouds
Not summer's high fast drifters.
Dry light from snow stars
Ice cages drift slowly in the frozen haze
Block buildings exhale horse
Time reverses in a frosted mirror
Winter iron rings underfoot
Cubic luna swings a net of cold
Above the frozen western peaks.
Dragon cats of Pluto play a game of my own design
Winged islands in the dead world
Where sun and moon cross steel
In crimson sunset and the frozen dawn
Where light is fire.
Ringing under boot
Cubic luna rolling boxcars
Red eyed sun
Waking slowly from the misty east
Swinging in an ice cage
Fur coated and ice crested for miles.
One instant
Upon an even gliding plane
Between dawn and sunrise
Blue slips behind the stars
Like newborn water.
Sky blue interfaces
Long still clearing of surfaces
White clouds standing to the wind
A glass world in high vacuum.
Sitting in cool sand
Watching seagulls scream over their breakfast
A fallen ballast of symbols sets the derelict balloon
Of consciousness rising.
Only a single puff of cloud drifts across Mt. Tamalpais
The rest of the sky is radiant blue from zenith to horizon.
What's this?
A small bird, one of the wave runners
Has landed on my finger
He seems to be looking into my eyes
Whistle for the feathery rills of summer's soft eclipse.
Yet he is chattering and whistling
And tossing his head back and forth
And shifting his perch
And fluttering his wings
All at once.
He goes on and on
Moonbranches circle the caraway smell of night
He is talking to me but I cannot understand
I listen closely
It is cold but he is all movement and stillness.
What is he saying?
Stop trying to make familiar words of his speech
And let the notes penetrate.
Where am I?
Out there is the beach and the little bird
that talked so long, then flew away.
Out there is everything, but where is here?
Afternoon's cheerful light carved stories
Of golden sorrow in the brickwork
Crescent moon of luminous sapphire evenings
After seven hundred years
the ancient oak
who charts alone
configurations of the beasts
and starry nights
Am I?
The sea
Suddenly vanishes.
Lights, sounds, echoes
I must pay attention.
What did the little bird say?
I remember.
I know.