CENTRAL VALLEY 






in near orbit the pale desert
fades out of view
giving way to the ocean 

night of the sky
settles 
with light pollution

valley fever headlights
casting halos over
the broken white line
of trucks 
passing trucks
on the five











HYMNAL






the bellows of sadness
commute my sentence

i am put to rest
with the others

to sing a praise
with the others

to bide my time
with the others

in the marshes
where no other

song may find you
crafting air for 
next time















 



LAST GASP 







thousands of words
all day

nothing
but whispers
at night

finally












ROLLING THUNDER







on a tree in a hill
over the island’s crested edges
the tremor of light 
precedes the moment
washing out 
the stars 













MOAN OF THE BRUTES 










you heard them
during the nights 
when sleep 
didn’t find you 
peacefully
instead you listen to 
their drunken chants
that fill the streets 
on sundays 











 
WHIRR OF THE BLADES










sorrow
makes a mess
of your voice
from baritone 
to tremolo 














BOMBAST IN THE SOUTH PACIFIC 






the glittering lament 
of endless waterfalls 
pour out 
of smoke-grey cliffs 
overlooking 
the bushy green hallows

and the harbor fish come alive
with the light 
of a thousand suns

youth sets quick
like the vanishing sun
remove yourself
lest you be forgotten
in the stale air
of the night

















SOUDAINEMENT









une couronne d’argile
déposée par la brume
malmenée par le feu
ruinée par les enclumes noires
des brutes sourdes

pièce unique 
sans valeurs ni passions
que celles de la page 
mouillée par le désir
malmené par le feu









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