two poems

summer rain

awakened from the dandelion dream
you fall on us (warm)
like whispering stars

lay down on the earth
and bless the pavement
find your way to the tongues

of spiders and ants
and into the wells
of all the kingdoms you serve

find your way
across the shivering grass to
broker a peace without tears 

i found my way in the morning mist
i found my way in the pitch of white light
in the drops on my glasses 


when

you must float up
in ways that are hidden
breaking the surface
in the middle of the night
while the universe sleeps 

two poems

our machinery

I open my collar to the wind and salt

and no sooner have I muffled the whistling kettle

when out of the obvious
murder walks a panther

of fine husbandry and meticulous scent

and lo! I am broken and suckled

laid down like a barroom brawl

tongue rolled like an axe

from unfastened buttons weapons are delivered

the machinery, the pistons and combustion

(smoke shivers)

our gears are meshed

the mirror is a nail

inside the shell

a fractured diamond

sparkling dust stirred

by waves of electrons

the mirror is a nail

that clears a path for

streams of light to divert into

we draw ourselves maps

only to wander blindfolded

we carve the ground 
with our will to disintegrate