February 26, 2004

hands down

In the green light, you've tried
And I wanted to hug you for about
seven seconds.

Asked many questions that bounced
off the tile, echoed shallow
and disappeared

A second strike at happiness
the time to claw for it
Drop of something
that drives you to write

This elixir that cements
your human mouth and seizes
your heart
as you cross the finish line.

Would it be enough to see
the line right there?
Is it worth clambering over others,
smashing your Asics into their
lower jaws? Tears spurt.

You can ask.


February 25, 2004

blown in

The wind has blown in.
We question what we do not...
"Don't you understand?"

February 20, 2004

the shoot

today's photo theme --
STATUS -- maybe i will pass
what first comes to mind
my SWF-ness
brave, rare, singled out, deprived

i couldn't catch truth
with a shot of my finger
pointing or empty
i couldn't claim "wed to Christ"
and come across genuine

rare? brave? and so what
just one but in him IN HIM
focus on the real
check filters, take in the light
that's your project for today

誠 makota
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February 19, 2004

fruit of the Light

trimmed hedges, trimmed hearts
we are trees with different fruit
pruning for new growth

February 18, 2004

leader-boy

windblown sapling.
still growing; now with fewer
leaves to hide behind

市郎 (ichiro)
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Mondrian Campus

giant yellow bricks
off-center in fields of blue,
one green line: Balance

久美子 (kumiko)
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teeter

sweep, bright faces, lips
blurred squints and sky falling down
we're fighting on a playground

February 12, 2004

tones

I hear ringing
Labor soon begun
And a different ringing

Miner

Wrinkles yell their marks
Results of a night's digging
Recompense indeed.

February 11, 2004

cut-flower culture

our cut-flower culture
trimmed daisies in little water
few petals if any

市郎 (ichiro)
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german distraction

thin birch branches
tap upon two panes of glass--
dancing spider legs

久美子 (kumiko)
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sand waiver


if you want the waves
the ocean's means of mooring
want your castles less

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February 05, 2004

candle

A single exercise in March
Will fill a drawer of shirts with starch.

Hoarding all the things unseen
Stumbling on the golden mean.
Waving "hallo", I'm unclean.
Hit the floor and I'm undone.

Fire hugging board and beam
Volumes, keepsakes, now agleam
Single whirlwind, golden scream
Dies away, a violent dream.

This violent dream that woke itself,
That sit's and cowers on the shelf
That needs a hut, it needs a light
Extinguish it, ah put it out.

Call him Randall, call him Scott
Call him Jake, or call him not.
Just build a wall before he comes.
Or grin and bear until he's done.

eleos

mute emotions
the concoction does its work
all too easy

dreams of Greek
mazes of people, one
two, three

exhaled anxiety
and the potion stops
but for a moment