Archive for July, 2008

rabbiting

 

Spring and our bellies

Are cold for hunting

Hare

 

Through vines

Of Tangled

Valleys,

 

The rabbit moves in.

 

Then,

 

I push the arrow through

And the rabbit is

Eaten

 

By motion.

 

I moved. “Cummings…

The hare moves

Again.”

 

“…”

kissing

Your cool sentiment,

Junes whisper,

Like

 

Dust falling into

The sun from

Rafters.

 

My body is bathed

In laughter,

Like

 

A frown on a clown. 

 

 

 

Ginsberg

I can’t really grow a beard

Like a real

Poet.

 

I can’t help but use gas,

Sorry Ginsberg.

I’ve

 

Never been to the east coast

And you dead all

Over.

 

I feel guilty as hell. 

 

 

 

fire stoking

I.

 

 

Her bright eyes are

pulling sunrises

into sleep

 

and

 

her stick thin hands are

smoothing out

the sheets

 

like piano keys.

 

 

 

 

II.

 

 

Look at how much

like me

she is,

 

leaning into the

mutterings of

a kiss.

 

Then

 

all around a whisper of voices ends

and a slowly dream

dawns.

specimens

 

 

I.

 

Autumn’s falling leaves Wind Through

Slow fog sighing in trees’ reaching

Limbs,

 

That whisperingly leaning in: Shhh.

 

 

II.

 

The tree roots,

Leaves,

Breeze,

 

And branches move.

 

 

III.

 

When moving trees

Leaflessly bend,

Flowers

 

Folding in wind fall.

 

 

IV.

 

In sadness flowers bloom,

From dirt roots move

Through,

 

Leaning to grow.

© Toby E. Baldwin