Monday, June 20, 2011

Secret Lake

Abandoned quarry
with water surprisingly clear
sandy bottomed and surrounded
by pines in a forgotten swatch
of New Jersey.
Gutsy sunfish hover
around my ankles, and the
solstice sun warms my back,
airplanes buzz peacefully overhead,
like bored bumblebees,
droning in straight lines.
Sandy shores and tiny pebbles,
the occasional zealous cicada
hidden in the brush.
The fish are small and the same
color as the sandy bottomed lake.
In the shallows, the water is so clear
it's as though they are swimming
through air. And for them
it is air,
their humble shadows cast on the bottom
more visible than they themselves;
they congregate around my toes
like curiosities.
The fish are the leaves
of the lakes trees, moving and swaying
in unison with the lakes winds,
the currents.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Cridget

It veers to the left, on maps
millimeters equal miles and everyone
gains 15 pds. on T.V. A cridget's
average sized companions look
inordinately tall but in reality he's
just unusually small.
It he a majesty or a travesty?
Rumpleforeskin!
Rumpleforeskin!
Rumpleforeskin!
Riddle me this,
can a cridget's crigdick
take H.C. to bliss?
Rise for the Earth Mother,
biological anomaly!
Don't get tricked
by the crigdick.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

The Past is Vast [unless you're oblivious, that much is obvious]

(and of course the line of the horizon, infinite, beckons, handless.)
Get a handle,
get a handle on this,
(so you've heard it all before?
learn to unhear, to rehear, to deafen, to know
that you know
absolutely nothing.)

(and absolutely
nothing is absolutely everything, we
witnessed a teensy butterfly quivering,
clapping wings, if you can call them wings,
flapping midair beside
the ocean, above the shore.)
we dusted pebbles off our rear-ends,
sun singed skin singing,
sand clinging- taking a trip
on the other side of the tracks,
our ass cracks.

You darling dark
haired merwoman,
light eyed, your cells stuffed with sun rays,
overflowing, actually a little red
and angry (like you, like me).

vastness infinitely vaster,
sand enmeshed flesh,
little cells, little grains,
little big things embedded in
our brains, grandeur is
every granule.