I think it’s the booze that caused my blindness
The weed that caused my baldness and my father
Whom enjoyed sunsets that caused myself to write
Poetry, my mother whom showed me to be lonely
The swamp that taught me to appreciate beauty
The ocean that showed me how to love and the desert
That taught me when to appreciate water, always.
Down by the waves where my thoughts go ahead
There goes my brain again, down by the shells
When the tide goes out and all the earth
Holds its breath, again sweeping and sweeping
All night the moon sinks slinks against dawn.
Down by the waves a piano plays; smooth
Wind blows midnight against palms quiet
Almost holding its breath crawling forth
The souls leaps the edge, grabs your hand
Ten thousand lights lay asleep.
I took my time getting here the desert
That is. Crossed the horizon once or twice
Four years of feeling bones, cold and quiet saw
Slipped a fox down the sandstone gone very little
Rain and a few tears. (Just one desert sunset can
will stars rain moon desert night snow time light day eyes black clouds cold beneath sky purple love red dusk wings fall green river dark soft mountains wind juniper memories move walk air thought silver darkness mesa flowers days sun tears edges death stone dead full deep dreams sleep blue memory hole forest man open white grey tonight mountain edge sunset endless walking sound moth emerald spring long grass woods song vast bird water slip window swamp earth slow morning empty deeper mind infinity ocean weeds broken afternoon head smile glit garden blanket sand small thunder filled body path leaving eye heart keep sip winter waves dream years birds evening shadows dawn flower tree sad bough petals face colors find piano hope sea poem slowly frozen cross moment early reflection summer field wet color laughing born mirror trees road valley october draw heaven laying emotions falling strong great leaves emerge feelings cloud call coyote hold room soul gathers thin high returned divided beauty blood remember midnight write veins fish spider january living opened god overwhelming times pines tomorrow ancient silent murky storm listen half falls mouth stood junipers stones dorothy ground going canyons cry view asleep existence close drunk wall mexico soil quiet lascivious things stillness breeze left distant web crying game shadow clay corn universe horizon silence lies brush low deer single star holes teeth forget dance hurricane layers shattered hurry flash young brown wave cool die race entropy venus sigh feathers prairie haiku emptiness plays fingers blur toes gathered november change wait crumbles stalks rests changed smoke standing primrose lose breathe door started brings warm mesas drops history beautiful thirsty expanding pulling bend bones sitting pine beach map wrong bloom grow trembling shore crept goodbye tall wing help september limbs feel orange covered hidden crawls underneath snake kiss hands front feathered arrow bats loneliness bitch heavy house zebra space misses eternal zuni quick reason imagine cough florida thing disappearing sounds mist flutter final kind horizons street bare gathering mesquite throat rearranged dancing cave jungle pain rearrange flow drive gracefully reflections clean shot chopin loved watch shy naked bad delicately set burst slanting smiling smallest closed boughs petrified elk smoldering hours movement april plants journey canyon three lived monsoons wake smoking layer fled wound lava phoebe drink delicate glades mother consciousness flesh moments touch hills cuffs rose march apart desire onion spine oblivion people hair lips erase fox fog christmas quit choked wept side seeds tongue quietly fern pink rising seasons bought shells flying hear meditations sadness unfolding prayer watched floating ghosts fill dying floor nah multiverse tight swirl eternity tides stay fell snitch vein ghost hammock mud moved moonlight songs fawn raining crumpled worms vermilion soften thoughtful skin winds follow hate youerode vet patches slips finally sway flowed fax coop rise swallows misunderstanding tantalizing decide forked drinking marrow annihilated wooden leveled ceaseless gun leave dusky dip dilute force meadow ten bleeding hanging direct waking burger rusty dried wrens snipers rator anythin poisonous lights haze grandparens pulsating told chaotic
The window would be half open to a mountain then
I’ll tell you something a window is all
Half left open before the rain; every day
Though the window has changed I’ll tell you
Something about the pain. They sit they sit
With their fingers tied, the pines are tired the
Mountains are wise. The window is wide.
Then they walk like bird and awkward is all
If the dead could talk they would say; I’m frightened
Yes the raindrops fall. Someone bends the tree tops
Tall. Someone leans and whispers in my ear. I hear the
Dirt I hear the dirt.
And then, they all go home even my lover goes back
Into the house. And then she sits upon the couch. Very
Very. Tiredly she walks they rise and touch my facesometimes
Sometimes the dead awake the window the window
And thanks for coming.
But the heart, she says It is just mine they rise they rise
She climbs inside. The hospital with grey wings I know
It isn’t impossible. But it's hope and love and love and love
and love and If I could die without a kiss. The window
would be half open then to a mountain.
But first the mountains
Covered in stars, the purple peeks
The emerald cliffs. The winter’s melt;
The rush and rage, oh at mid-life
That downward pull upwards.
The stream meets the river the
River sighs, red and full of clay
(I remember the day we met like that)
Full of fish and thoughts of…
First the moon, then the tide.
Onward through naked sand
Stone, full of compressed time.
The chromatic choir plays a
Crescendo, as the raven never
Really sleeps. Then the spring
Meets the summer dry and full
Of ash. How the ancestors came
Here to pass, that bridge and
All the distance. Down
By the river, covered in a deeper
Shadow, I kneel and feel
The river at midnight.