There is no line within time
Which will tell you for certain
Or certain telling only o
To recognize your footing
There is no time within the line
I read in secret or write as a form
Of transport trespassing into
You of ribbony sight please cut
Words only by hand or mouth
Syllables naysaying your search
For new leaves upon which to gather
The dotted guides to true spring
Where you undress the sentence
In full light without apologetic green
New York Sonnet
Use that phrase as a seed
Your clotting premonition of me
circling a destination
travels backwards in buses or
or subways to Frank
who couldn't appreciate grass
unless your city framed my
city, a visit into your mattress
accompanied by a contagious curtain
a teacher who taught silence
Investigation of the 1,000 sordid images
which did not compose the view
Internally, your entrance, your text conspires
What is your mars, your venus, your moon (owned and earned)
Rilke/ Dunio Elegy Translation
Where when itch shriek hoards
mica den us dear angel
Or nudging gazelles siblings are named
Eye might puzzle and hers
each version won signing
Starkest desire. Den of shining
first nights always
these shrinking lichen
afghan den wire notch grade estrogen
Under weird bewildered snow veiled
as glassy Versailles
zoo snoring, eye jaded angel is kreplach
Under so very itch mitts den and
very shucks den lock rough
Why Wolves Aren't Famous
It's not an idea (I forgot)
What should the title be?
I'm tired of pure form
pass me that framework
The knight of the ox is very famous
He destroyed the dragon's cape
All I know about capes is water
Ghost and mud bring it back to life
Now eat your pancakes and stop
dreaming about syrup crystals
The flowers have pink, yellow, purple all I know
You might find a password
in one of them so look carefully
Did you write this in a whispery tone?
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Love Sonnet to Light (3/14)
Your secret self I already
have seen lurking and more comely
rows and rows of words become you
Catalhoyuk's Place in History
( two-fourteenths sonnet)
O late sanctum of gold-eyed snake
Pink construction paper upon which you eye me
Love Sonnet to Light
The only one I undescribe
Like every tale which
in its telling is told
I walk about your entrances mentally
not fitting or fastening
No cloistering,
no gathering
oneself to meet you
There is only you unseen
And I in my imagined
stammering chamber
As if you had not inhabited
the space of my worry
As if not even this circling thought
became your ornament