Day 14: Danger Café

lightness, darkness, and their shadow clan of degrees* hold down the tables this one reeks jet fuel, african dust notebooks of coordinates that one sleeks wild hair, bespoke pockets memorized fragilities another cuts the gloom angled shoulders, sharpened words particulars recorded some are cool as lebanese cedar groves watching from internal heights some smoulder kamchatka…

Day 13: Carnival of Jesters

how they move through morning’s trees shimmering cast back the sky from wing and tail forecasting indulgent days of dance attendant on mawkish puppets shrieking naked lusting beaks out blindly trusting how they move the season’s cycle onward juggling songs up to the One eyes sharp for providence smuggling sticks in random symmetry, as home…

Day 12: Where I’m From

where i’m from you don’t shout hallelujah at dawn the sun is speaking you don’t shout it is in the turning open palms, open heart to the sky hallelujah at dawn this world-weary word much mouthed and maligned standing in for the unknown the sun is speaking older words, bright beyond any history unassailable, for…

Day 11: Language of Flowers

poets are responsible not to follow but to obey deeper laws underwriting simple would-be rules. the brief is to encounter and render each particular part of the larger song in accordance to the ongoing. thus if i give you harebells let them signify courage and the honour of thieves stealing room in which to raise…

Day 10: Repast Aghast at Last

will you go leaping? will you sing? will you, as so many sleep, and keep on sleeping? did Jesus in gethsemane get mad enough to kick stones, tear branches pummel the earth to punish the sky? in artists’ renderings he sits, or kneels his long hair brushed and raises limpid eyes his passion all gentility…

Day 9: Night Vision

forget scary: at night in our street fat and sassy rabbits dance forget old age: stars are no farther now rather, they wink and hint every year, we draw you nearer… meanwhile, i cannot help tomfoolery, mind-diving down to goggle astounded at the dark night of the sole. Oh, Day 9… Amiskwaciy/Edmonton looks particularly dull….

Day 8: Objection of Broken Boxes

1. think outside them — what am i, a cat? enticed playing this cardboard hard slapping it like sumo 2. who boxes, given sumo? in the dohyo, sacred space, you stand revealed belly, butt and naked fear eye to eye with yokozuna who only fights himself fighting only himself, he sees inevitable paths to victory…

Day 7: Secret Recipe

What makes a good secret? Purity of ingredients, you say and freshness: Paul is stale his dead or alive status moot. For better secrets, rely on imperishable things: old Bigfoot holds its flavour. Loves unspoken, too can last, if you remember: open the jar freely, and inhale. Exactitude matters, though when using Area: 49? 52?…

Day 6: Grey Morning Geese

when you are so good you may become weary hiding in plain sight check before you unveil that secret you’ve been holding in your open palm so long ask which is more destructive: secret power? or force handed to unfit hand and eye? judge what was the first use of the discovery that atoms could…

Day 5: unmarked

a brag, a middle finger at those ghost moments that, when she was dying burned again through her mind so many years, her birthday a crucible enduring, unpopular outcast youth; beauty seeking wings, and made cruel she sang at Carnegie Hall with grit built in backwoods honed in bully-yards defiant in second hand clothes we…

Day 4: Imperative for Ape-kindness

into my dream they dance golden, long armed apes research says they live in indonesia how do their raised arms split fractal nature? how do i see them here? when they sleep, i can’t be sure they do not catch moments when i am swaying to the One Song dance lighter, make it count somewhere,…

30/30 2020 – Day 1: Self Portrait Waiting

Day 1: Waiting by the wall for my name or to dissolve before i’m the last one left there unchosen in the dark for my cue and the light in which to change on the line for the news at two a.m. ‘you seemed to know already’ by the window for blue arch to bring…