whisper

whisper
 for N. & N.

Ulaanbaatar, with acknowledgements to Time magazine whence this image was sourced and there credited to the photographer, Zhang Chi.

never
having seen
such winter
heavy as the dark
freezing earlier
& earlier into
day, i asked you
an afternoon at the
bedroom window,
deep alcove
for the weathers
to rest upon,
seeing a sprinkle
of sparrow in the
yellowish dust
down in the courtyard
between late
housing blocks
a holding of grass
there weeks ago,
asked you how the
sparrows got through,

moondog

moondog
to a great street musician & poet*

Moondog, with acknolwedgements to the site thevikingof6thavenue.com for use of this image

moondog
bashing on an
upturned bucket
in arapaho rhythm
stamping his boots
on the bitterly
cold and ashen
pavement
blind but knowing
which way the streets
blow and what
down them
haranguing the
columbia recording men
going in and out
through the rotating
door not even
seeing that ‘gone cat’
anymore with his
viking helmet spear

house of minutes

house of minutes

Loftus Hall in Wexford, apparently haunted; acknowledgements to mansionglobal.com for use of this image.

the house
of minutes

already
falling

in the corners
where you
never go

born under
this star
born under
that
‘fixed’ or
‘mutable’*
element
like ore
under the
bone the
gist of you
laid out before
you ever came
to know of
time came
to the door