Sometimes the exact science of knowing is left in the desert with no way out. Daybreak is here with the possibility of being more than a measurement. Beasts, food, and foes come and go as we, learning to call the things we see, grapple with intangible life: when in the beginning all words were shaped…

All the wisdom culled from passing freight Cars was a pastiche of countries Dreamed of as they slid away. Portable gang graffiti and hobo mumblings From distant villages in the hinterlands. Does Jill really blow and is Ned a freak? Half a journey’s stories subtracted, Placate the mind’s conjuring additions. I’m walking the tracks over…

The different ways music comes on Is suddenly here holding sway In tiny sponge earphones trying to keep The roar of a airplane’s engine at bay. And, the late evening quiet broken by The rumble of a car With thunderous bass ebbing, flowing Away. Here Sibelius is washing The walls of the room with Subtle,…

It was open to conclusions, Drawn possibly in crayon to perplex The unwilling to willfully look Beyond conjecture of a previously tired Diffusion of text and message. Never sure of the spin that evolves, The take of the respondents, their addition To the running the changes, carrying The melody through forests of release, Bumping up…

The good fortune express has come Shedding its goods on someone We saw on t.v. with that wry smile, Pretending its not transitory, And only fifteen minutes long. In the middle of it all we climaxed, Led protest against the approval Of the imprisoned choir. Totalitarian Rule was just whispering in the background At this…

Nothing holds. No matter how much You water it, the soul slips Away. It lingers in the concert hall As the end arrives it leaves Collectively with all others Wandering to the exits, disappearing Into the night. A crew will clean up. The silent edifice holds the nothing That still remains. What we Claim to…

We’re coming on. Just about to hit the spot. Ask, and you shall be questioned. Carry on, pass this way, no that way. Look harder into….Those eyes just say it. All out and about the robin did run. Touchy, feely, please heel when I call. Alabaster, mother of plaster, holder of lost Prayers and causes…

Knowing the Truth in memory of Frank O’Hara Turn out all those stop lights please I’m on the go again pack it up put on your hat the caretaker is away for the weekend your heart is allowed to fly around at will once more The curse of rubber stockings in a bathysphere & dreams…

There were accords left unsigned. How shy we all seemed at the start. Logs rolling in the distance left much Unsaid. Speculation planted hope in Building a new frontier. “Less said, The better,” signaled the magistrate. “The original natives endlessly complained, Until we disposed of them.” The remainders Became wayward servants. We on occasion wear…

Denver, October 9. Noted UFO hunter Ronald Baker claims, “there are now many aliens from other worlds living among us who can assume human form and remain undetected to all but a rare few with experience in these things.” Mr. Baker does not claim to know any personally. as thief Rethought how about stealing years…