Familiar Ground

black elk — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 14:44:30 +0000

half-baked

black elk — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 23:54:18 +0000

it will not to do

anylonger

to defer, or deny

what cannot be stopped

what can only, multiply.

a sad rhyme

is not the same as a lonely one

a lonely rhyme is

not one at all

Red

black elk — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 10:32:06 +0000

Mean

black elk — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 13:34:49 +0000

the stasis i can’t explain
the blaring, the drums
i hear everyday
seem to sound
like nothing
i’ve heard before
and
they eat into me
with their
clock-shaped pincers
a dull stab
a retching pain
stretching, searing
oh oh
its ugly head!
move back!
hearken its rearing!
make belief
make pretend
the loss of life,
love, a friend

The Frogs In May

black elk — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 19:36:29 +0000

If the frogs in May

are happy

then the ones today

are sad

they are sad

these frogs today

because tomorrow

is not May

and what may

or may not happen

is unknown

but tis known

no matter what

may happen

tomorrow

May will not,

and for this

the frogs are frought

this December day.

Tickytacks

black elk — Sun, 20 Jan 2008 11:06:03 +0000

do you need proof?
for your charades

your parades

you’re sillier
than a tomato
you wolfish,
tickled up
little anemone
there are haloes
around your ears
in the early morning
sunlight
if we lack the words
we’ll invent them

Slummertime

black elk — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 10:10:17 +0000

the funniest things

fell about us

that summer day

and like leaves,

blankets over our thoughts

a sonorous invitation

a slumbering proposal

you fell too
and i tried
yearning, burning
turning, moulding myself
into whatever shape would
hold you
and you slipped
through the nets
of my desperation
drawn,
or maybe forced out
i will never know
the cut, the severation
the simple death in separation

Rain, and pants

black elk — Fri, 11 Jan 2008 22:31:02 +0000

the headlights

past your toes

the distance

under your eyes

the cloud floating in your head

the wetness in your bed

Clowds

black elk — Thu, 10 Jan 2008 14:29:02 +0000

the yell
the yelling
and the children
are like whirlpools
down, down
the drowning
now twangs
now pangs
safety, sanctuary
now clouds
now crowds
surround, surrender

Fish and the sea

black elk — Mon, 07 Jan 2008 09:30:34 +0000

they sold us fish

remember, in that town?
that town or that village
where you stopped
for the sake of a flower
remember, next to it, the sea?
the sea that rushed
to embrace you.
the embrace
that you rushed towards.
the cliff, the rocks
the fall, the shock
the fish, slippery like life
falling, from my hands…