Monday, April 7, 2014

Oiseau de Dieu

Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

le chien avec la patte cassée attend le métro

One day the Bones will heal

The Watermelon Waits

And Waits
And Waits
to go and grow
in love and wisdom and stature
alone and singular
as the
waterfall's hush
water orb red
above a desolate city
the wait for lush
the wait for hand shaped clouds
palms full of rain
in a season of death
still life reaches
expands and breathes
the vine finds empty paws
and feeds and befriends
the forgotten raccoon
for lilies of the filed
 and the birds of the air
never loved so much
as a lost and lonesome bandit
in the dusk of Gods day

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Le coyote solitaire au-dessus de Los Angeles

The moon his only friend
told him soft stories
in the dusky glow
the world is all busy
all clutching this city
all grasping
at things below

it all leaves off
it all falls away

and  stripped
and alone
is the waking
of that dying day

when one says goodbye to
all not united
the all unrequited
and the self rises into fits of the unknown

mysterious beginnings end
translated spirit bends
 the friend there to greet
the one that defeats
with
love abounding more
the one that walked
once invited
walked into the open door

and never left
evermore

Monday, February 10, 2014

Behold, there Ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand

Trust in the prayer for one day rain,
past the axe and the valley of pain
in a walk above the fog of a perplexing place,
now the calm of a forest friend's face.
the hand of hope
triumphant
invisible
wind

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

deux dans cinéma

they went to watch
the life they wished to live
together their's had dripped away
while all the real living
disappeared in days
days gone by
days not done
day notes of cricket
And beauty sold the ticket
I should have bought one
or said to the beauty
before we get old
will you write in reality
 a tale to tell the old?
all this light for lenses
project on the screen
to the hilt of the knife
Life! all the way life,
into forever beam