Saturday, July 24, 2010

Riverview Apogee















  
Do you remember how the trail that switchbacked up to the quartz mine seemed to have gone on for miles                               didn't it ?
 Then        like an explosion   !Kablooey!    a quarry 
of gilded and luminescent stone about faced us as if it were a temple.

 Golden alder leaves shimmy like sequins on the dress of a Parisian chanteuse.
  We danced to the songs of
                        Fortuny
                              Lao Tzu    Black Elk   &the Pixies
                        Acropolis        Eames          Gaudi
                        Stonehenge          Chartres          Altamira
                                        Vortex           Filament            lysergic
                                             Bride descending the Staircase     fragment/broken glass
                        Psychokiller.

 Black mica shards cut through my sandals. 
 I crush the quartz in my teeth as if it were ice. 
I once trusted the whiteness (&the wilderness) but now know that darkness was there, wasn’t it?
           Not in the mica but in the caverns of glistening rock.

My heart    was  tender    as    a mountain peak.
 Your's was an alder staff gliding along the river like an otter foraging for salmon.

 I  have replaced my blood with the green of reflected pools and sink holes.
 My hair has grown mossy and wicked.

 You'll live happily ever after now
 as I remain here
 on this hilltop
 you
 once
 hung 
your hat on.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Saturn enters Libra

 Rolled up all tight like that at the foot of Ana Purna,
Saturn throws his outer rings like a ring toss game at a carnival up
 and over the summit.

           me ?   a cup half full&

 A sow bug armored in grey ribbed shell,
 chanting a Soul Coughing tune over and over again like a mantra.

 Translating the Tibetan Book of the Dead into Arabic.
  Covering my eyes with a pillow of mist .
  Traveling this last path as I grab handlfuls of huckleberries off tender limbs.
  I set the bar to match 14 thousand feet where peak meets heaven where 
  the finest gasses of atmosphere shift
  and change into soulfulness. 

Chanting down Babylon&
 rocking back &
      forth
 the pingy pangy sound of the tap of my foot 
against the glass door that separates us
 from our fate.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Thursday, July 8, 2010

The song the fogbank sang to me

         I drive to town today in torn  brown   sweatpants    covered
 in chicken manure&olive oil
listening to Peter Case and a fierce banjo

chewing the ganja hash from my fingernails
astonished that my creeks are still flowing water

repentant for all the sins and aberration inflicted by my flawed crappy dreams and ideals
chewing the fat from my guilt&self doubt

chewing the finally I am getting pissed finally from my fingernails  but it's that plaintive&
plucky tune that made me stop by the side of a road to photograph a crumpled up paper bag lying on the broken yellow line of highway one.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Thursday, July 1, 2010