SMALL PACKAGES 10 (2008)

the aquatics are my stars

the aquatics are my stars
i dream in real time
theres the liquid solution
the taste of water
can you describe the million subtleties
can you imagine drinking a drop and saying
now i can swim
can you see yourself at the bottom of the pool
and as your hand meets its reflected double
as you crash thru the surface
as you break thru the mirror
as you will surely drown within time
and i say flow flow flow
and the swirling foaming ocean listens
and it swells and its fish whirl
and it slops against the land
like syrup in a bowl
like the long rolling waves in africa
like the green ice of the north
like volcanic fluid exploding ten miles deep
like the sperm piercing the ova
like the rivers and streams
like the snow that blots out the earth
and the wind that bears sleet
and the frost that winter enamels
and the warm currents of summer
everything flowing
moving
melting freezing thawing
boiling and condensing
the aquatics are my stars

manifesto

now i depart in peace and joy
amidst this bloody shambles
gladly gladly gladly
yes i have communicated with beyond...
doesnt everyone?
i have straddled synching ships n the receding horizon
i have tamed dead monsters
i know exactly everything
where it should be
i see inside
i delved deep into my own skull
into rooms which did not open easily
and i have dragged these things
still wriggling
into the open light of day
into the honest sanctuary of a poem
yes i know the devils maiden name
yes i have cavorted with the dark agents of night
yes i drank nepenthe
and under its roiling turmoil i encountered
the devils god
for all things have a god
and all things have an opposite
and the god has a devil too
who has an even greater god than him
and so on into infinity they say
how would i know
and why would i tell you?
i am the 1st son of a 1st son of a 1st son
i am sonic anathema to the yobbo
i am versed in the marital arts
i am eligible for a consolation prize
i am the gentle handed killer
i am that you may also be
you are so that i may understand
and i understand all right
and i see the moon haloed in cloud
and i observe the many subtle movements of leaves
and i record the stars own sound
and i seek nothing
and i have found nothing less

premodiction

on a warm day
when the overcast sky hangs suspended in a white blur
and the sea softly claws at the air
and dolphins appear on crests of waves
when the rain fills the air again with its sweet promise of abundance
when the morning wakes you gently
and the afternoon delivers you safely to my door
and the wind that blows you here is agreeable
dressed in the finest things
full of hope and desire
singing some beautiful song
i will let you in
and you as ever
gracious thoughtful calm
will step over the threshold
entering my humble abode
laughing