More From 2000-2001

Ode to Harris So they showed you the politics of poetics showed you how to sculpt quotations as if discreetly yours sure-e-e... they told you of your godhood at Harvard but they crucified you at Rowan Tree fourteen light stained pages 4.95 6-15-00 __ Watching years go by like the wax flow of candles making mountains on unblemished parchment can’t help but wonder what the light was ever used for 11/12/00 Facing South Dusting off my polarity I face North and wonder what force has brought me here Concrete Ehhhkhhkhhkkkk-uhhhuhhhuttuttt sounds the forming of a citadel ingredients flow in steps (Fernando understands it all in Spanish) The joviality of the foundation is overcome with glee when work is done sitting among the leaves and unrecyclable debris I wonder, giving an entourage of words to meaning, is this not concrete? but what a venture! so somewhere down the line perceived madness will transform into old age as greatness is perceived by those who lost the least Work Bench Aromatic flow in an autumn breeze smells of home and 3/4” 4x8 sheets of plywood fighting the mathematics of a Taiwanese circular saw the dry pulp blood covers my cloths smiling perplexed by an ancient memory can almost feel time weathered hands brushing sawdust from my hair looking down the cut clamors to the ground 12/28/00 The sunsets of my loneliness silent thoughts of what was believed unbreakable life’s path is always mistakable for the consistency of coincidence to a love alone The pencil is my heart The paper is my burden And the love on this snowy evening is the focal point of my existence AN INTERLOPING BIRD’S MIGRATION Flew the bird from my windowsill Floating away like child blown dandy-lions Dissipated in the peachy air of sunrise Calling, calling “Birdie, Birdie crash your cresting thoughts over me.” (In darkness though, words are intricacies of ice on glass)