from Road Movie

from Road Movie




a big buck deer, zig zagging
down the beach,
its antlers held high, looking
I guess, for a place
to hide itself, veering off

into some reeds and was gone
it’s hard to imagine again-- it was
very fast, something hidden
then exposed
then again, this place collapsing into itself




as the full moon rose behind,
the green reeds in the purple sky
the brownish red of the silk,
flows in a soft breeze
the flag of a disposition--




blank upon the sand, feeling
a still warm SUN
LIGHTS UP THE GOLDENROD
AGAINST THE VERONESE SKY
OF VICTORIOUS ANGEL

WING CLOUDS, THROUGH REEDS
BURNISHED GOLD--WHITE
THE GLARE!
and splash, neck-laced labia ringed
wave

slurp and gurgle, as
grackles black, in that yellow flare--









starry night
reeds, Milky Way
of black
bright imagination,
bubbly drift
and sleep




the bee buzzing blown
down the beach over the
tangled reeds,
white burnt etched light
of broken waves striped

and targeted,
seen and
gone
tilting over the wave,
gone.





wedding the west, to beloved
Snowman

skull and table,
the red table
reeds burning
sunflowers overturned

the Comedian enters,
stumbling through washboard of Nevada










fading colors through reeds
the sunflowers,
by their repetition, comic--
brown, now, tragic stripes
the bread and the wine--

toppled still-life
unrealized, blank
dark now
inner form,
emerges


turns to twilight,
depth and shade




lost in the reeds,
colder
sun going down
green
pop
against
oranging

sky before
last gasp




AMBIVALENCE, repeated
sneaking off through
the reeds
from here where it began
for me I go on