Compositions

a choreography

of ghosts whirling

on the stage of

my morning tea

the acrobatic clouds

that tumble from

snow-lined branches

grazed by dry wind

how the silent music

surrounds us how

the dance appears

to just happen

the way that memory

constellates us

with it’s tides with

it’s residue.

as simple as

                        as simple as

            no

            notions

animal sense

                        awakened

rolling field in

            tall tanned grass

hidden child

still hidden

wait for light                wait

                       

for sleep

           

            enough nights.

Instruction Manual

circle yourself

            your perception

compress yourself within arm’s length

sift what you remember

                        out of what you know

                                    then sift your known self

through the hoops of your being

            through skull

                        and skeleton                organs

                        fluids and tissues

            through synapses and sphincters

                        vessels pores follicles

            through your last orgasm

                        your last dream

            through your current breath and

                        the salt in your mouth

            through the fatigue and the aches

                        that affect you

            through what exhilarates        humiliates

                                                                        you

what annihilates you

                                                and what remains.