the tiger lillies

 

it is a blessing to recognize

what seduces you.

the nested shadowwork of avenues

 

cast a century of moths.

you drift beneath a chlorine corona

encircling the flower shop.

 

behind the plate glass window

the tiger lillies

grow their own kind of light

 


 

in Milford

 

they luncheon

off tennis rackets

while the dusking

paints the hydrants

and the hour always seems

to silhouette the divers

like an idly

lily-whiskered

ripe glade of clover

so maybe know it

slower

by the homespun

spaces

you unwind

 


 

notes on a parade

 

excuse me this

camber of bodies

makes a

body of chambers

from the mute heat

hidden I carry

in pausing

to watch the

parades go by

in San Francisco,

California

on the way

to see a friend

 


personal poem

 

something about

bootyscooching

 

and cold stuck

to the vinyl

 

in the school bus

pelting pellmell

 

when a cobalt-tinted copper

flashes radial lights

 

and the kids bust up

like an ovation of blue jays


movie theater thunderstorm

 

after the movie

a soft limbal slur

stirs slowly electric

 

dumb putterers puttering

into the lobby

 

see that it has been

thunderstorming

and suncatchers and rose

and bruisy clouds

 

catch bloodening sunlight

and a decadent harrowing

heavies the air


glass poem

 

the glass glass sweats

like a popsicled daisy

and then the ice cubes

stucked to the bottom

make that slow purchase

of inertia, I’ve come

by & by

to watch you watch


poem of hair

 

when I wend

--- as is my wont ---

around the block

 

in my head I make believe

all the barbers’ wives compete

 

to cut my hair.

but be careful,

barbers’ wives!

 

vampire moths

live in there.


notes on a suburb

 

tell me what the porch light said

what vigil kept the summer lawns

in luminaria

the swimming pools

 

thick with paper moths

what did the tennis courts witness

when the sprinklers switched on

exactly at midnight

 

rousing the zen dogs

from their wooden houses

 

to watch the street for cars

and wonder

in their quiet way