soda springs

 

 

 

paint rags 13 all around
tree twigs
are breaking —

gray sticks split
in copse
and furrow,
random twigs.

boulders
guide us
through this desert…
glide between them,
happy to obey.

once, lip to lip,
i talked beyond
believable —
lands of mound
and dune: red
desert sands.

so many white-splashed
wishes
cross these river boulders —
twigs and stickers
wedge between
the granite breaks,
accumulate
into each rock,
his
red-root [dik].

8.12.03

i’m tired and i want

i’m tired and i want,
and what i want
isn’t what i know,
but i’ll write
and talk about things,
and i don’t know
anything,
but i’ll say to you
how much i cannot say
and you’ll ask why,
when all i know is must
and my body must defend
itself against the death
of empty space.

i ride past the dead,
my horse veering,
so receptive
to other
atmospheres.

i look up
into the vaquero’s eyes, how you
flick the reins
with moody hands.

12.16.03

you come into the room

 

 

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you come into the room,

and i must pretend i am not part

of you —

see you here,

and all the chairs, tables,

rickety legs are you,

i cannot touch the world.

cannot place my hand

upon your chest,

your cheek,

rub across your brow;

place the crown of laurel.

 

light is yours,

perhaps that’s why

these shadows over

light must be my

own quick dread —

fear you’ll leave

before

i see enough of you,

to see at all.

 

 

 

  1. 23.03

naked

 

 

 

 

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not allowed

to even be,

i ride through forests, child

of trees, my first steps

halting,

treading on dead

leaf and seed.

 

have you,

do you see me riding,

even hear my horse’s echos,

strong dark root

of kock and seed. you laugh

and slice me,

pale knife.

 

have you heard

it? peasant

tale of naked youth,

a tree, the smell of horse,

the sense of oddity? peasants

hide behind dead trees.

 

i ride

to the land of mirror —

i need to reach you,

stretch out

langor, shall i touch

you? green leaf vigor —

beauty of this city.

 

naked youths

ride

hand on hand, glass

gaze,

i wonder

if you know

my name?

they sing

of fire stretched out

of water

memory of trees.

 

12.07.03

heart like a boy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

rounded thingheart like a boy,

i dream i fly

to the spire of island —

ride beating flanks

to land on green sable,

rub the birthstone —

          red stone smooth,

burnt ember —

reach to you,

i fear your eyes,

my curiosity.

 

you hand me

a golden rope,

i do not know

how it could be…

boy piss-stream

beads on lilies

how we have bodies —

edge of

living,

point of splendor.

 

press the rope to me,

dry wheat straw,

hidden ember… dream

of lips, your

salt-dry fingers.

 

 

  1. 27.03