plato’s allegory

everything becoming nothing
in a vacuum of the brain
neither awake nor dreaming,

but nothing,

neither this nor that,
here nor there,
I nor Thou

but an absence of
shadows in the cave,
in the dark,

(evaporating in the dark)

shadows of nothing
either here or there,
this or that,

I or Thou,

but a slight movement
and a brief pause
before the closed door
without lock or key

or milk and cookies
uneaten on the bedside table.

 

 

 

 

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yizkor for old men

the mulberry bush,
the prickly pear,
the cockle shell
at three o’clock in the morning

(three o’clock in the morning)

when old men cough and curse
and pee again and again

at three o’clock in the morning

under the mulberry bush,
the prickly pear,
the cockle shell

the old church bell
the old church tower
the old men coughing and cursing

and climbing the tower
to toll the bell in the old church tower

in their sleep
under the mulberry bush,
the prickly pear,
the cockle shell

at three o’clock in the morning.

geometrics

circle
triangle
square

within a circle,
a circumference,
of the radius

extending,
pointing
forming

a triangle
a square
a singularity of singularities

scattering
like cut diamonds,

circumambulating
like cut diamonds

around the circumference
of an expanding center

of an imploding median..

monday morning sabbath sermon

and king saul dreamed

he was mad nebuchadnezzar
eating insane grass
growing from the funky soil

of satan’s pubis

while david watched
from the mouth of the cave of the rock

where shepherds tend their weeds
(their seeds, their weeds)

growing

between the cracks in the sidewalk
leading to the hidden, shining

City on a Hill

empty boxes
empty bottles
empty saucers

empty

everything everywhere,
empty.

the closed hand,
empty.

the open mouth,
empty.

the locked closet,
empty.

everything
everywhere,

empty.

 

Segundo Día de los Muertos

rock
stone
pebble
sand

dust to dust
and ash upon ash
upon the forehead of cain

(brow of cain)

plowing the ground,
planting bread in the ground
the ground of able

(blood of able)

and empty shoes,
shoes with a stone, a pebble
ground to sand between two rocks

(a fisherman astride two rocks)

age upon age upon ash and the forehead of cain
plowing the ground for the dead of the ground

on the day of the dead.

 

LGC
Big Bear Mountain
1.11.16

homage to eliot

a clock stops telling time
to move along, now; move along;

step to the back of the bus,
to the front of the line.

(a little bird tells you,
“hurry up, please, it’s time.”)

and so, if I say “goodnight, ladies;
goodnight sweet ladies,”

will you kiss my big toe
and set the stopped clock to a set time

known to no one
except the broken hands of time
carried in the broken beak of a little bird
falling from its nest, crying out to no one:
.
“hurry up, please, it’s time!”
.
.
LGC
Big Bear Mountain
1.6.17

BUSINESS AS USUAL

1.
Living men’s cars
are parked in
dead men’s spaces

outside the headquarters
of god alone knows what
it is today or will be tomorrow

when the ticker-tape parade
snakes along under office windows
that once were tempered glass
but now are toothless maws.

2.
Someone’s breaking
office windows,

letting out the stank of desperation,
cheap perfume and underarm deodorant

barely masking the stale sweat
of that fast fuck of
god alone knows who (or what) it was

3.
giggling and squirming under his desk.

paths of glory

death to death
to earth to dust

to babies
being hung from windows

overlooking
dead men marching

in the dirt, the dust,
the monochrome men

of the polychrome rainbow
of death to dust

and a pot of gold
buried in the end

of days, weeks, months
and a baby’s rattle.

LGC
Big Bear Mountain
1.2.16