Posted on Dec 31st, 2008
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davie
all flaming brightly,
the vermillon seal sharp.
two trees swaying-
wind.
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Posted on Jan 1st, 2009
by davie
a broken mirror,
oak bark moss verdant,
feather flesh rehewn,
a sail that loves storm.
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Posted on Jan 5th, 2009
by davie
one of these days,
houston's gonna rust right
out from under those
knowing pidgeons.
the metro creaks and
moans when the moon
shines strong.
and one of these days,
those smiling bums will
go free of these
lousy
crumbs.
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Posted on Jan 12th, 2009
by davie
sermon of black birds,
pulpit of moss,
only would i trade Thou
for the
New Man.
(we linger with our
Makers)
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Posted on Jan 13th, 2009
by davie
Where glaciers scraped
Aiden's Lake out
of the mountains,
it rains.
The lake fills and
overflows into Cody Creek.
Fish swim there,
sometimes.
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Posted on Jan 18th, 2009
by davie
flip side of
futile currency:
joy.
asking questions,
hoping for intervention.
beauty, he thinks:
a stone egg hatching.
the sky giving birth.
rain from a clear sky.
a stick thrown in a pond-
waveless.
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Posted on Jan 20th, 2009
by davie
"i am not god," says the
moon, "but the lingering taste
of her lips."
even her Glance might suffice
to set us in our orbits, i think.
the moon knows this:
she tastes whom she embraces.
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Posted on Jan 20th, 2009
by davie
an old pirate
once told me about
a typhoon from hell
and a rowboat to china.
about how he
almost crapped his
pants that time.
and telling me this,
he grinned from
ear
to
ear.
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