The Silent Hymns of Heaven

The Silent Hymns of Heaven   Glory be to God for his glory in the day; Praise him all you night stars in spangled vast array.   Join the happy anthem, all creatures here below; Turn your eyes to heaven, give up your noise and woe.   Do not crucify him, sin-blinkered and purblind, Casting lots for garments with games of doubt and pride.   Keep ...

Nothing New Here, Really

Nothing New Here, Really   I’m still buying oatmeal. I’m still enraptured by white legs And short skirts, and I’m still Short on cash.   Except my window is open and lilacs are in bloom. I’m drinking Less. Much less. And yesterday I saw two Children carrying balloons.   I’m still haunted before I go to bed. I still wake up happy. Except you’re violent and lilac violet now, Saying you're ...

You Are The Secret Kept Secret

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You Are the Secret Kept Secret   you are the secret kept secret, the song only stars have known.   whatever the moon hasn’t told and why its shining, whatever men spend life looking for, rarely finding;   whatever is sun and sod and songbird song, and whatever clothes the fields in dew is you.   and i love you, but only the stars have known.   Minneapolis, 2009. ...

O Soulish, Violets in Springtime, Five Fallible Senses

O Soulish, Violets in Springtime, Five Fallible Senses An evil and adulterous generation seeketh after a sign; and there shall no sign be given it...   Even if Love squirmed and groped under my laboratory microscope, or so much as blinked in my rearview mirror; even if Grace crawled down my chimney with a toboggan and gifts and reindeer, or came stapled and wrapped ...

A Dissertation

By Sunday, November 18, 2007 0 , , Permalink 0

A DISSERTATION Aurora Borealis, Aurora Australis1   We are, I am told, evolved2 star powder: The explosion, the exodus, the slow growth— Our anatomy3 is a little cosmology.4 No wonder a firmament5 fills the cerebrum:6 Expanses stretch inside us, aromas,7 Our thinking caps are knit by Mother Reason, Person sets a match to the soma;8 No wonder we wish our city lights, The spirit of Claudius,9 ...

God Bent in the Garden and Kissed Him

By Saturday, September 1, 2007 0 , , , Permalink 0

God Bent in the Garden and Kissed Him   If you saw the flies wander the taught yellow skin, and if you smelled the ovens;   if you felt the ribbons of flesh harrowed across a slave’s broad back;   and if you heard a girl scream and bleed when soldiers line up between her splayed legs   you would not be so quick to liken human utterance and human ...

House Painting

By Tuesday, August 14, 2007 0 , Permalink 0

House Painting   Forty feet up On planks, cutting Straight lines, fast lines, sure and trim. We worked to finish the South Side By noon, before the sun would bake The paint to a cream Five-gallon surface film, Cake our brushes And slow our lines all tacky.   We worked in twos, tag-teaming: First all four, each two on trim, then separating One for laps, leading, And one to follow rolling, ...

Asking For Eggs

By Sunday, July 8, 2007 0 , , Permalink 0

Asking for Eggs   Our When and Who and Art in Heaven On earth as in how forgotten Will be done? I am sheep and child and clay, And ought all smiles be; With all debts paid, dancing daily bread, This day forgiven by thy name.   Lead not but deliver us— Wanting fish, knocking on doors, Asking for eggs, Learning to forgive trespasses still. For thine is ...

The Divine Conspiracy

By Tuesday, April 3, 2007 0 , Permalink 0

The Divine Conspiracy   I’m afraid that if I surrender everything I’ll have to choose between Africa and India Or face the fishes like a stubborn Jonah; That if I make God’s will my will He’ll go changing my perspective, Trick me into marrying a tuba With a beautiful heart; that one day I’ll wake with a start, next to the oompah, In Africa or ...