Monday, January 08, 2007

Henry Miller's Stone Forest

Glass skyscraper’s can reach
The moon is white
Concrete sidewalks embroider
The ground is both brown and covered under
Fallen leaves never touch
The black street tar grows hot and malleable
During the summer small yellow flowers emerge across
The floor of tile in the subway smells of
Urine from dark squirrels can never be detected except in each park’s most
Secluded areas include
High security fences protect
Every parking lot replaces
A potential meadow became too fertile and so became
A forest can not be protected
In highly urbanized areas
Public transportation is needed to get from one to
The other trees resemble
The first completely manmade habitat was maybe
The home
Of millions of
Animals and insects need access to soil in order
To live
In an apartment is to live between
Geometric walls climb up to the sky faster than weeds.
Diagonal drench goes
without a thought of thought.

Rain

has a steady voice of
ripples crawling on the
sky.

Triangular Monkeys

Born before roads and triangles, Euclid
told us
about patterns and
logic.
Monkeys can nod their heads and
listen
without ever agreeing with the speaker or the sounds.
Laughter
is a hyena rambling on dry mountain nooks.
Concepts
are embedded body
parts that
monkeys only learn to use when
highly
developed. When the fish decided to walk, he expressed
squareness.
When the gorilla stood up, he invented the micro
phone or,
she did when she tied her hair
into
a knot. Lava grows leaves that turn red
again
seconds before the blaze browns out into a cooling stone cocoon that will
transform
into cutting ice pairs whose corners penetrate each other’s faces.
Strengites
too know all about triangle
concepts,
but they are too quiet for monkey ears.

Whole Hearted Fleeting

Subsiding delicacy
of
devotion, a rounded stream stone turning back
into a delta womb by reversing the flow of calculated risk.

devotion, a rounded stream stone turning back
devotion, a rounded stream stone turning back

Subsiding delicacy
of evidential intention

of
gold.

moving

Tailored corduroys
around your neck
I’ll take just one inch in

do you need
more room to breath?
We can discuss while I’m moving.

The decision is up and the time is over
I can feel shadows telling me
tails pointing up in alarmed suspicion.

Over as a bridge does
crossing divided shores
bandaging alien beaches
for feet and wheels that have only a minute
to cross.
***All poems are incorrectly formatted. Blogger.com does not allow me to format them they way I want to. saaaaaaaad.