11/27/16

THE HIDDEN HUSH

If there is any such thing as silence
Where on earth would we find it

So long as we remain alive here
If not inside the deepest, darkest cave?

Even nestled down within a lightless cavern
We'd mistake the colossal subharmonics for quiet.

And Death itself will not offer us this complete peace.
By that time, we will no longer be listening.


6/13/16

THE OTHER VOICES

for Al Attanasio

 the mirror-people escaped 
from their self-portraits

   individual droplets 
comprising a much larger wave

   creatures of a greater dynamic
whose crest disappears when examined

  the waves of a myriad individuals 
so long as they do not interfere

what breaks down 
into a higher order
 

   the reduced forms who peer
 over  their own event horizon

growing into a greater array
   to look back from whence they came

  broken down from an ionic compound 
and reconstructed by electrostatic forces

  the electrically insulated beings 
of a highly conductive experience

  the few freed electrons of a greater surge 
that made it through the slit

salt to sparks
   sparks to salt 

4/14/16

SITTING IN A WICKER CHAIR IN MY BACK YARD IN SALT LAKE CITY UTAH

for James and Franz


The peach sapling in front of me
personifies a defiance behind which
more flowering trees gather.
An old oak that long ago lost its leaves
grows a new white branch reaching upward
with capillary fingers for a blue April sky.
The white cloud above that assumed the bottle 
nose dolphin shape is now a boxing glove
slowly becoming a human brain.
Various bird songs blend with the wind
creaking the wood slatted fence
our neighbor's maple grove leans upon.
Never mind the sound of passing rubber tires
or the commuter rail train clanking by.
I have tried to make the best of my life.


4/7/16

SILENCED

Winter's light
through clouds, March
and curtains reaches
our room 

A weary traveler 
after so many
miles you'd think

But no, the light
remains as easy going
and bright as it ever was

Even if its voice
 somewhat muted
 dissolves away 

12/2/15

BLINK BLANK

I speak from a land unsane
projected from the blossoming
terrain unfolding in shudder
lapse mutation for our beautiful
camera's observation so the heap
of history happens once buried
beneath strata crushed under avalanche
how to escape this inexorable advance
we pray until our grins become permanent