I see many thoughts from a window. Seagulls in the fashion of summer and leaves as they quit the year. Sense impressions, if they are this, are only images of what we refuse to follow.
Whirl of patterned images, deep seascape painting hovering, rustle, chokecherry grown in dark pigmented stunted cove - animal growl of pilotless sea, metallic twinkle of sun...
In Edvard Munch's painting, The Scream, eyes are grouped as discs ? almost rotund arches, much as suns breaking over an eclipsed wall. Hollows, jittery the bridge a creamed escape...
Is there anything prettier than that - to stare into your manifold spaces toward the hook & vine of cathedral leaps, the vaults & crypts as go-betweens of an earthy worship, the supine female form?...
It's snowing and all I can think of are leaves to wrap your memory, leaves pungent as tea, green curls alive with the promise of fire, shutes like fingers to play a tap on your skin. ...
Seen the whores in doorsteps, slack, crouched as packing crates behind their quiet wardrobe lamps, inset like a skeleton's crown there to bend our will, provide passageways to power and suggestion;...
"We have all been here before. almost cut my hair;" the refrain from Crosby, Stills. Nash & Young reading more like a law firm letterhead than any invocation for real social change....
Her emerald top phosphorescent candy glow stick candy, sno' cane - floss like the mane revealed beneath, spun hair matted/woven into icicle lengths & pubis mink. ...
Sheldrake, a magician - the mandrake a mythic plant whose shriek drove listeners wild.... this lake, Sheldrake and its windsong-heartswoon counterpart, Skootematta with Shabomeka &...
In fury, come the Heavens, the days, our horsebells upon a crystal sleigh. Up slowly until, the horse carriage wet and coming up the evening walk pauses; then snow before a vanished world.
When I was very young onto school, a slick of water curled under a behemoth, silver poplar tree ... there, white underbacks of leaves waved in showy pride the dead underbellies of bass ......
A small fish, its colors embers amid the swirling water; reminiscent of a caf' in darkness - the smokestack tablecloth fluttering in the matchbox breeze.
I noticed a bust of Shakespeare, an effigy in stone with latticing to mirror the ages. In the same cathedral a notation commented John Harvard was baptized here. ...