Monday, December 14, 2015

Island - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5

In a nightgown in the middle of the dance floor,
our eyes accustomed to
the red glow of a cigarette.
Tenderly hysterical,
the crowd an assailant --
can I dance laughing,
get all I want?
Moaning, you project a single part
of our future, cut with
fires, sprawling eyes.
At the edge of the room,
a risk staggers, crosses your side.
In here, the mind is loose,
creeps into your details.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Pagan - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5

The first time you
made love you
wanted to die,
spirit rising,
a search party
harbouring weaknesses.

Tempt the essential,
the hell of a
dark grove.

Dense, your cry,
back up to the light,
correspond to the
legends of goodness,
a mournful way of life,
no luck, no quiet attention.

Go off, an exit disturbed,
a little lonely,
out of place.

Tell me what you're going to do:
The incredible potential almost a
declaration of fury.
Upon return, give luck an edge,
your charm a part
of our desperation.

Monday, October 5, 2015

"O" - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5

I find the last remnants
of a connection in a low-rent version of
a harem room where the
song ends, begins again,
letting in more light.

Many things were blocked.
Now, mythos pops, scratches.
This is hard.
Ask now.

The mynah bird crashes, dark stains
on the wood.

Friday, October 2, 2015

Cabin - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5

Shut your eyes.
I see everything.
The wood holds many spirits.
Ask now and
be ready for the truth.
The owls won't see us.

I met the devil
in the form of fire,
a coward in the smoke.
I go to great lengths
to keep the ashes under control.
It takes its toll.

You're two days late
to burst into flames.
The mist is pressing in.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Search party - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5

Bird call precaution,
mournful in the dark grove.
The first time you
made love you
wanted to die.
Go back up to the light.
There is an essential spirit rising;
search party confirmed.
Stunned to cry, you tempt weaknesses,
a nightmare, degrading the goodness
in the world.
Solitary, you judge what the photograph buries.
You're not afraid, not afraid.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Mood swings - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5

Rise, start.
Now realize where we are:
a half circle where
the mood swings with a
slow sip of time.
A kiss, impulsive,
stricken with emerald.
I don't think you know
I left something hiding in there.
You really are good looking.
Become erratic, dead leather beauty.
This is different.

Saturday, September 12, 2015

A widening - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5

I've got my heart set on
reluctant poems,
a rush of lies between us
wandering. Restless spirit,
I feel it:
head cropped, surgical
instruction in the ways of love.
I don't want us to be like that.
The red drapes from my dreams, they
say too much, the truth, or a memory.
In the woods, a widening
we can't prove yet.
The less you know, the better.

Friday, September 11, 2015

Everything's fine - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5

Drunk now
I half expect
to turn up dead,
too many secrets
to rush into.
You be careful
arguing her name;
those are hard thoughts,
twice paranoid.
Worse things could happen
to get to the end
of your life.
Maybe the time
isn't right.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Crosses - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5

I know what's between the pages:
snapshots and
the biggest mistake
of your life.
A bite of flesh, direct contact,
I told you no one's seen
into the cradle.
Girl, the blood on that shirt is an
imaginary word of dust and
silver crosses,
my touch out of frame for days.
Tell me, is anybody looking for you?

Thursday, September 3, 2015

A little excess - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5

I'm not too well, unraveling and
afraid to occupy my mind.
Through the walls we hear voices.
Can you capture the sound?
A blowing of nails into palms.
Haggard, I just feel I need
something sleepless, nitrous approval.
I've experienced nothing in
seasons of tending bar, grotesque
over the sound of men.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Domino - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4

I captured paper dreams
at the Timber Falls Motel,
six black dots on a white surface,
unsettled message.
Division, blank talk defending
what I want.
Call me. There's enough for both of us.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Wax - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4

I believed you were gifted.
A secret meeting in the woods, misguided.
Initials in blood,
the letter 'j',
a corridor of inquiry.
Crash; nervously smoking,
your connection strict,
a drug rundown
in the collar.
Lost, I was looking outside
to make luck.

Friday, August 7, 2015

The Clearing - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4

I broke the beam of a flashlight
to catch a glimpse off limits,
the dead wrapped in plastic.
Enter one last chance:
I shouldn't have trusted
what you buried
in the clearing.
Maybe we should tell somebody
we were happy,
a long talk on possession,
visions all an act.
I keep thinking
I'm going but
I just can't get away.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Lotus - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4

Come over later
when spirits penetrate
the slow hour
at the end of an afternoon.
I can make the connection,
reach across death's void just by
thinking pale.
Eat the lotus;
the danger for you lurches
involuntarily in
uncomplicated strokes.
Come visit. Wish for more.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Light comes through from behind - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4

Speak to me
an old saying:

you're up against the
stand on the paradox.

I wrote about the
names of birds,
the delicate practice

of singular joy.

Light comes through
from behind the poem.

I recognize the wound of
what you need.
It takes the strength of
four days to hide from
what was learned
early on.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

On the cards - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4

Cut through to ground a concern;
there's no logic at work here,
too many secrets left around.
I was taught to go through
the older targets,
confident mystery a key to
calculated ammunition.
I can't explain how I've been feeling - so dumb, or
high-strung, but
it will say so
on the cards,
a slipped hint
through lack of preparation.

Monday, July 20, 2015

Ghostwood - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4

She had two visions:
grey on grey struggling
like an animal, a filthy portrait of
birds, unshaven morning.
From another part of the house, a tense whisper,
distant strains of a gentle hand, alarmed.
The mood a tundra, ghostwood dancing
on a cross:

Dance with me! Dance with me!
A snapshot, the way in.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Across the border - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4

Up north, our secret slow-burns,
an ice cube on bare skin,
all mine.
Open to
a long drag,
cigarette for effect.
You don't need to know
my spells are mild,
only to hold you.
Aid to the Beast,
cautiously incarnate,
this hiding place

is famished
for us.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

The Pine View Motel - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4

What went wrong
with your life before?
I've got no right to ask
how long it will take us
to get to a vulnerable mystery
and you've got no reason
to believe me, my fortune a cigarette.
But I'll change, I swear.
We could run away east
to be a better idea,
to prove we are wild.

Monday, July 13, 2015

Addicted in a dream - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4

I didn't sleep too well last night.
Broken in half and
struggling towards visions connected to a
flashlight beam - don't fight it. For once in your life
you're exactly right,
gloved hand a red invitation.
With the flowing script of
plunging intuition I want to
seduce the new,
a reconstruction of the eyes addicted

in a dream.
Get a bit closer. I will go with you.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

To be illumined - from "Rest in Pain," episode 3

Watch that grave in the distance,
illumined as part of the always.
If the night's just right I
pretend I'm metal against Fate;
nothing ever touches me except
the casket's singing, teak and brass,
possess the body as it ceases.
Think of me as a friend
not destroyed by the headstone,
the view at ground level.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Whisper between - from "Rest in pain," episode 3

Hurt me:
every word manipulates
days like today.
Candlelight, a silent ear -
recite your
deepest fears,
mind a root.
Ask: you don't have to
be afraid. Submission is
part of the return.
In the distance, the dead.
Expand. You can almost hear
this last trembling.

Monday, June 29, 2015

Full moon overhead - from "Rest in pain," episode 3

Do you believe
in a dream
that wanders?
Full moon overhead,
mood a hiding place,
satisfied hesitation.
We don't know that
everything dies.
The day, sheer,
weakly revealing
the silk of
actions unnoticed. 

Friday, June 26, 2015

Behind the hills - from "Rest in pain," episode 3

To continue
into the spirit,
encourage trust.
Triumphant, the obvious words
right behind the hills - 
something strange, out there,
the way we like it. 
Personal mystery,
the mind a 
mixed world, red light distance.
What it means, a breathless warning,
heavy with the answer. 

Monday, June 22, 2015

The price we pay - from "Rest in pain," episode 3

Keep your prayers - 
don't ruin this with
words, rushes of chaos
to descend upon the gravesite.
You killed
buzzing lips,
a growing sense of promise,
Convert to secrets 
a long way
from the world,
the price we pay
for all the good things.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Baptismal - from "Rest in pain," episode 3

Seeking comfort
toward the grave,
I baptised distress,
impatient ambitions.
Blessed are the dead,
the Spirit with approval I
pray, call and response
nearly howls, died unto rage,

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Hymnals - from "Rest in pain," episode 3

Play dead.
In the sunlight,
no ordinary resurrection:
now I feel like we're
really together.
Do you?
Jeans and a leather jacket,
this oration of a hole,
chain of mourners
spins and shifts. Hell prayers,
I am the hymnals, stunned to
sympathy, dark glasses.
We join, decent,
all this grief, to wait. 

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Arms bend back - from "Rest in pain," episode 3

Reconstruction in
funeral blues
to ponder claw marks,
a kiss, his hands
a pale animal.
Small acids fragment
from her stomach,
arms bend back -
the body partially dissolved, heavy.
Transfer to the grave, freshly dug.

In the cemetery parking lot,
a faded black dress, manic,
fastened to the living.

Friday, June 12, 2015

The way in - from "Rest in pain," episode 3

Bind me:
this glare refuses
meaningful exchange,
ears achieving reluctance.
I used to acknowledge evidence,
a presence of feeling.
My wrists, out there,
embedded in an insult.
You turn it upside down sometimes,
a twine diary.
Enter: the way into the room is
too bright, but no matter.
Speechless, I carry on. 

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Ceremony - from "Rest in pain," episode 3

Embrace closure -
his hands, the gun,
hold on
for a beat.
Burying affection,
the good of
a bad thing
in ceremony,
leave will behind,
force wisdom
to the dead.
I don't know
how to stop,
afraid we'll
all be there together
without invitation. 

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

If you ask - from "Rest in pain," episode 3

I knew who she was.
Everybody did:

a couple questions,
a midnight violation,
bee stung lips -
a closer angle to
what you were looking for.
Syringe to her throat,
lush, a pleading beat.
So afraid,

Monday, June 8, 2015

After the funeral - from "Rest in pain," episode 3

After the funeral
white separates the high road,
mute at your door.
The body
a hard frailty,
obstructing compassion.Careful you don't murder
this moment, unsophisticated.
Assent released,
a gesture inherent
to a measure of steel. 

Friday, June 5, 2015

A roving eye - from "Rest in pain," episode 3

Let me tell you
about the dream I had
last night:
you were there to be broken,
impulses high,
a code waiting to become pictures.
I was old, couldn't stand
any longre.
Suddenly, a phone call;
one-armed neurons hushed to the end.

Do you know where dreams come from?
the morgue,
a roving eye,
the good looks we choose,
a diversity in the forebrain,
the day,
unforeseen circumstances.

Guard your devotion. 

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

A name unsure - from "Rest in pain," episode 3

Morning breaks out of her eyes,
collides with the
blushing slant in your handwriting.
You ask to leave;
under the door, a sip of approval.
Caressing the words, eager to tell,
it must mean something,
this connection.
Be careful; a name
unsure of its nature
indicates the far end of a heart,
identity close to north. 

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Red room - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode 2

You may think I've gone
but I've got good news.
Make a wish:
twenty-five years later
I promise you a
red-draped room and
the correct words
for these sub-titles.
Filled with secrets
the shadow of a bird
passes above.
my arms bend back
and I feel like I know
something terrible.
Where we're from
a pretty song is
almost exactly like
sympathetic pain.
Dance around the table,
as oddly stilted
as your speech.
This dream is on your mouth.
You know who killed it now.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Among the people - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode 2

When two separate events
happen simultaneously
we must always pay strict attention to
the red thread of verification,
one chance out
between two worlds,
a sketch of futures past.

Wait till your turn
to sing over a circle of candles,
oh - I too have been touched
by fire, but when I saw the
face of God, I was changed,
a spell unseen.

See through this with me. 

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Dale Cooper's dream - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode 2

He moves over to her,
takes a pill from a bottle,
Silence rises,
slowly fighting
a dream that
distorted time.

The morning
shifts uneasily,
one way, then another,
one way, then another.

Draw the face
crouched in the corner,
vision intercut.

Woken, the air is troubled.
Can you feel it?
Stay, understand.
There's more to know
about memories, stitches.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Slumber - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode 2

Undressing a scream
out of the woods,
the hell dies away
from a clean house,
soaring primal.
Run. Run.
I will take care of it,
a background instinct.
Don't sleep, slumber;
something comes
off the speed of a long day,

Monday, May 11, 2015

Less than you owe - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode 2

Gone for days,
headlights in a
stand of trees.
Leave something in there for me,
my brother,
hollow knot less than
what you owe.
Anticipate a
handsome aim,
never as much as
one would like.
The glove a switchblade,
wild as a girl.
Maybe someday we'll
sleep well, say goodnight with
a thing like that.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

This time of year - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode 2

You don't know
what you've done,
teeth for a charm,
convinced of change.
Try not to show fear:
the weight of
this time of year
is a stranger,
funeral's joy.
The exertion of coma
don't get any easier;
correct it, discreetly.
You know
where to find me
when it's over. 

Her tongue - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode 2

I hear you're good at
what you do,
autopsy an all-nighter,
the morning scattered.
I wouldn't expect
anything less.

They're putting the girl
in the ground tomorrow,
her tongue a morgue,
door open, eye-to-eye.

Half the day's wasted
on our way
to be right
with you. 

Friday, May 1, 2015

Crises - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode 2

1990 - the hell,
I'm here,
ready to move off,
away from a catch,
false window
revealing things
about her
I didn't like:
shyly lucky,
how close you were,
my loneliness.
I didn't think
to take care.
Oh, I'd like to hear
I'm good,
maybe my dad
will tell his story
about that.
Nobody's perfect,
my cigarette a tongue,
my crises a truth
none of them see.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Willow - from "Zen, or the Skll to Catch a Killer," episode 2

Let me in, twenty minutes -
somebody might see me,
a shaking hand, hovering,
car parked in the woods.
Bend back,
keeping the bruised side hidden,
tenderly false.
If he finds out about us -
worse to speak, rending steel -
kill. I mean it.

Save it for me, baby.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

The runner - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode 2

I knew you'd be back,
highball grime and your
smoking tears.
You shouldn't have spoken that way,
those pains,
a stunned running engrossed,
chasing the bends.
You needed to change - your father...
Honey, it's right out here.
Shaking sick, please listen.
There's no reason to fade.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

The Pines - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode 2

Sipping coffee
on the edge of generic,
every hour effortlessly untied,
strung glowing, a robin's egg
folded scarlet, new beginning.
Angrily elegant,
your iron gates an
envelope, silk ribbon flowing script,
the music we hear heavy, close.
The pines, towering,
a smaller opera each day.
Note the invitation, the promise.
White room, emerald smoke.
Exasperated, you pound, burst.

Monday, April 27, 2015

I'll see you later - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode two

I'm not feeling too good, no; think I
got a touch of flu, bruise on the cheek - 
fine, fine. I'm going to
erase this, connection pale, face unknown across
broken dishes, shards sweeping stiffly,
the need to rest, to be okay.
Next, my name over a place,
not a person, trash trying to sound normal.
I've got everything here I need;
don't drop by, okay? I'll always feel
like I have to be better.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

It didn't hurt, honest - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode two

He tries to move her.
She starts screaming.
When you say the name, secret boyfriend,
it strikes below, startles a bird
way above and
the routine repeats.
When there's no feeling
there's no sense
calling out
what did not break. 

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

This same dream - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode two

Following a dream I had
three years ago I
lay my hands on a line
drawn in chalk, explaining in
full-length a list to the deepest
levels, intuition on the
left side.
Move in on the fire,
desperately moaning, to dance -
stop, stop it - we have to sit uneasily,
recall infant spirit.
Concentrate on the 'J's.
I give the word.
Please read aloud
each of the names.
Hold this, a diary.
Get near me and I
will recall the
direct connection. 

Friday, April 17, 2015

Big band - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode two

I died uneasily,
pursued on the edge of the bed,
restlessly searching.

Stay up late tonight,
pace, boots an impression
of the day I had a problem.
Maintain a watch on the music - it isn't
right, needle on the record,
tempo the heavy feel of despair.

The stylus, key to torment,
startled by another part of you.

Look again,
look again.
We have to dance.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Changing course - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode two

Pay attention with
detached amusement,
reaction a death brag,
complexion bored.
Get acquainted, sweetheart,
the rough buzz of double scotch
an ideal of summer's darling.
The door swings open; register a
shake, the others already in the room,
worldly power, sensational.
Breathe, so long. Arrange this life,
easy without changing course.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Black Lake - from "Zen, or the Skill to Catch a Killer," episode 2

Full moon feigned indifference,
illuminates no reason into tears.
Eat again, comforts in the cold surface,
roaring spite rapidly adding figures
to this placid thorn.
Black bourbon, pulsating eye, infra-red
destination - a neon sign possession,
detached reaction.

I just want to take it off.