The trick is to trap the wild laughter
of the ancestors beneath a fat hill
laughing like fat hills
wild ancestors
trap and trick us
into believing anything.
A stranger knows
how fast lightning
captures the spirit under glass
before we put out the flames.
The magician who travels
to the source knows
the bitter surrender
of the wave to the beach
is central to the struggle.
The resourceful magician who travels
to the center of the earth
will bitterly object
to surrendering
to sand on the beach.
6/23/1986
CPITS retreat, Calistoga, from wordcards?
When the greed of horses
strips the fossils of time
from the checkbook of skeletons,
then go to the carnival of books
where the clown of tears
wears a wedding band of fright
under his shawl of death.
There you will find the mask
of fluttering lies has fallen
from the face of the moon.
AFTER ROUSSEAU
Sleeping gypsy
Ekphrastic poetry
Under a full desert moon
a lion stands over the sleeping man
dressed in a striped tunic
with a jug and a mandolin at his side
the green sky, like a lake
that feeds the mangrove swamps.
A cold Indian in ceremonial robes
floats on the cloud-studded horizon.
6/24/1986 three words per line poem
Three virgin hills,
Islands arising from a deeper blue
where the sea and sky
confuse themselves
with circular distances
and the cloud formation
doesn't just happen to appear
on the horizon
like there was no tomorrow
because today my mind's, a dog,
it's fogged like those sea cliff arches
and no one even knows they're there
but still the wind moans through them
because it's not often one finds a mouth
in such a place as this.
So we go on as they say
this fog to will disappear
with enough heat and pressure
but who's counting keeping counting score?
The Giants won 18 to something
you said in the middle of a conversation.
I feel like leaping from the cliff from cliff to cliff.
That's about as much logic as we can stand
in a place like this, falling, falling
like snow covered apples,
we tumble into the sea
and float to the horizon
where the sea is returned to blue sky.
6/24/1986
FORGETFUL
after Rilke
I've been with one fawn with terns
Found in a Pages doc
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