Driving on black ice—
I braked too hard,
spun into a 360
and then two more.
Like a boom of a sailboat,
the back of the car
slammed a dog.
In the midnight darkness
I got out to find a coyote,
his abdomen torn open.
The canine held my gaze
as I cradled his head,
one palm above his brow
the other on his snout,
and hugged him to my thigh
until the chasm
of his …
I don’t smoke weed, I smoke palm
trees. I rise into clouds like
the 110-105 interchange. I take back
airspace from a LAPD chopper, examining
freeways; concrete ribbons, anchoring our smog
and …
Yes—alone, I could stop for anything.
Fossil bed at a river’s wrist. Hello
aoudad on Blue Mountain, javelina
gnawing cactus. Stinky the cat hiding
in a closet. Every bee takes an …
Between sagebrush and the lichened rocks,
a covey of quail employ themselves.
Light disperses in the spray, and a seal
ducks under again. Home for them.
Swell and curl, the untrained wave
In Belgrade in my hotel room
I return to the self portraits
from the earlier work:
smoking in the tub
while reading
texts on the New Art Practice.
When I step …
Trucks shuffle in the slow lane.
Mt. Shasta’s a crazy white cone.
I drive as fast as I dare.
Car my shelter, my tiny house
of spiders’ nests and trash. …
For all the world, for all the noise, just close your eyes. Then open them. I see a sunshine & a wind. Okay, I see the grassy plaza, two cement …
The welwitschia mirabilis lives, knotted, for thousands of years out in the African sun. Its two leaves become a tangled mass of time as they grow outward. O Namibia. O …
for Daniel Arthur Kleiss (1949-2010) I never bought it—the one about the Chinese poet drunk one night, leaning out of a boat in order to embrace a watery reflection …
Yes—alone, I could stop for anything. Fossil bed at a river’s wrist. Hello aoudad on Blue Mountain, javelina gnawing cactus. Stinky the cat hiding in a closet. Every bee takes an …
