Beautiful black legs

 

horsey ô horsey
ebony horsey

code
you confirmed
under sheets
of streets
& seas

conducted
your miraculous
caress

calling
demanding
how long
had i died

so she
should sing

to seas
that were
sister

well
welled

up in her
for time
turned by torso

she turns
her
& screams
song

thumped
& threaded
through this
biography without
bitterness

ocean
covered in gates
& doors

murderous dancer
undid
my mystery

nature of numbers

how i wept
only on wings

how i saw
her legs
like
arch
of arcade

body beamed
lost
so

long
before leaping
following
her on
floor of hair
& silk

how long
ô how long
i have been

alive
awake

so
short

sick
since
sigh

sick
since
sight

so they say

so they say
& sing in corridors

wrenched
from whirlpool

sea
of strings
capsules
fluid

vital
fluid

another
number
number's knots
no

no

dispatch
death from
me beloved
ô horsey horsey

ebony horsey

annihilation's
ambiance

dead
on feet

we dance beloved
ebony beauty

(culture embalmed
floats on froth)

far
from
us

beloved
i'm beaten

but you become
such beautiful
beast

making your way
through
sleep

walkers
sleep
walkers
wielding

fingers
at holy flame
bending over
back
wards
&
wards
of torsos turned
to sleep

when

i remember
legs wrapped around

this
thudding
thorax

that cant
tell

whether
it is up

or down

further down

down
in ravines

we take off
our robes

wash each other
in blood

blood washes
clean

condition

call it that
if you wish

so skies
shriek
in this
human field

our skeletons
turn to
melody

you can play
in any temple

adhering
to your arms
beloved
your tongue
teaches

though
you are
not here
you are here
already widow

mare in mire

cadavers in pyre
let black sun
seethe
beloved

let black sun seethe

who will watch
these words
when morgue
identifies

person
who passed

through

passing
through

singing
ebony horse
sing

from behind
brush
brush my back
beloved
as before

carrying candles
into corridor
drag
me down
into
your
ditch

our bodies
have become wrath

night in night

blood in blood

comrades
will feel
me so cold

beloved
only you
healed by heat

 

 

sunday string

paris peace

 

 

Seated Female Nude Covering Her Eyes

nude

between
sea & sky

bitter
pleasures

she
sculpts
to forget
future

remember
ruins we made

of our bodies
only

thieves
thought

for moment
after moment

denoting
detonations

for guides
who went
to weep

in garden
holding gate
open for other

whoever
they were

witnesses

wreckage we
wrought

her
in i in
her
inside

me
motion

motion
gesture

gyrate
going

down
going

down
in her

sweat
shimmer

luster life
gesture
towards
two as one
purest
math

of her eyes

Summer in Wisconsin is humid, hot, dry mostly, and the intense green of few weeks ago is broken up with some yellows and maybe even the occasional red (no!) The Mosquitos are not as bad as a couple weeks ago and the lawn might not have to be cut this week. These are photos from the last week or two. It was hot and humid again today, but a evening thunderstorm broke that up. Summer.
Thistle
A Thistle. Just a weed? It's a work of art!Sandhill Crane

A Sandhill Crane strolls past. This is one of a pair that bore two chicks this year. Both chicks didn't make it more than a few weeks unfortunately. They will still be around till fall. Then will return in spring and try again.

Dairy barn at sunset
I am so glad shot this old dairy barn. I drive by it all the time but a sign announcing a new subdivision appeared recently and I suspect It will be gone soon. Just on the edge of a city, It will probably become another suburban soccer field where once the cows grazed.Butterfly

This butterfly stayed on that thistle for a long enough time for me to focus and compose a shot. That's not usually the case. The bee joined the occasion at the last second!

Deer at twilight
This deer was as interested in me as I was her.

Night sky drama

One of those skys that make you pull over and look for something to put in front of it.

Soft Back TurtleThis Soft Back Turtle was sunning himself and provided me some choice shots before he scampered back to the Oconomowoc river. In Monches, WI.

La Nga Tai 2

1,
what i am
doomed to do
for damned

whoever they are
they are

always amongst angels
assemble after
& before

whenever that is
it is
time to tell
how much
i love you

greater than gods
you would accumulate
after

whomever they were
they were

smaller
than you

might imagine
from books
borrowed from barbarians

who wanted to
swallow you

most beautiful woman
i have
ever known

how much
i love you

asking another
to enter

some time
after or before

whenever that was
it was

when walls wavered
& fell forever

2,
turn
always turning

this way
that way

doomed
to that

damned
in that

3,
action altering
everything else

standing by side
of river

state of siege
live with

(imagine) how much
i love you
how much
i love you
more than me

i&i
most melancholy when
i remember
how much
i love you

how much
i love you

dance deliberately
without device

naive as Nijinsky
when he wanted
to explain something
so strong

you cannot imagine

what it is
like to love
sleep

i
have never known

not here
or there

for that matter
don’t want
to weep
over that
here & now

whenever that is
it is

i will try
sometime to sleep
as other men
wait for light
to come
whatever that is
i am
not noticing
its absence
from this
& other question

4,
i will
not note
here except
to say

how much

i love you
how much

i love you

when we lie
down

next to
each other

sucking your sex
& draining you
of whatever
it is

we wandered
over each other'
s body

& broke down
each other
into such things

when i walked
in
from acupuncturist
wanted to travel
right through you

whoever you were
you above all
i love you
more than me

whoever
i was

all time
tell this

without bitterness
because i’m breaking

as always
when writing
whatever this is

it is
& i do not
worry when
you will read
this

or if
you ever will

times
i turn
faster than wheel

we are inventing
inside houses
of history

wherever
we are altering
globes & gods

whatever they are
they are
you hide in
& out

when
i remember
so long before
or after

it doesn’t matter
no it doesn’t

matter at all

whoever

we are
we are burning

burning
we will wander

forever