My daddy used to
ride a motorcycle
long ago. Put it away
before I could get 
enamored of it but
I knew and loved that
pipe music
almost before I could
speak. 

Pulled it
out again
only after he retired,
thinking, I guess,

I was safe enough
by then from
two-wheeled lust
for him to throw a leg over,
get back on. Later his hips

messed up even that
short run for freedom, 
and the bike was sold

before I could speak up for it —

now, I’ve never owned a road bike
and only ridden small ones a few times
in the woods and then only
when my daddy wasn’t around

but somehow

I dance to pipe music more these days

and somewhere in the dark 
beyond my father’s eventual

departure, I can see myself
throwing a leg over
something big and loud and
noisy and all mine

before my own bones tell me no,
before I become
deadened to that rough skirling
clatter,

before I forget him completely.

Blood or blues — time
to choose my drink 
for tonight — to sip
rage or rue —

It’s afternoon —
dark’s not terribly far
off — some light
remains — do I choose

blood or blues —
do I sit in cold
with sadness in
my mouth or

raise heat and roll
with the rising —
go out hot
to smash or soar

Blood or blues — I could
go either way but it’s time
to choose — move or slump
or dance or dim

until I’m barely here — or
ball myself into fire and 
go out burning —
time to choose

blood or blues 
Living past dying or cooling
and sliding into darkness —
do I choose blood or blues

tree-shadows
outside the window

what’s under-bed
whose hand you’re imagining
under there

how to fix this

suddenly
trying to recall
what you forgot
what might burst into flame
what you left behind

how to fix this

how should you have phrased that
did he mean what he said
did you misinterpret it
how could you have been
so stupid

how to fix this

word salad clumsy
rose petal mistakes and
what might it mean when
they are often

how to fix this

does pride go before
a trip and where could
you go where you might
feel pride again

can anyone seeing you
see all this
hear all this and are they going to wait
for you to fix it
do they fear you fixing it
do they care anymore if
you fix this

knowing exactly how to fix this
exactly how to fix this
how to make it stop
make it stop 

never being touched again
OH

how to fix this
exactly right
perfectly well

how much will it hurt
is there a way to fix it
that won’t hurt
that will be like sleeping

finding nothing there once it has stopped
finding no way to restart once it has stopped
finding this fix doesn’t fix it

trees

hands

to be touched again

Cross with the 
olive skin
of others, angry at
accommodations
being made for
others, saddened by
changed hearts of others,
furious at condoned loves
of others, terrified of
the desperation of others,
worried about the money
of others, enraged by
all the ways of others,
explanations of others,
reasons of others,
reasons for others,
art by others, music by
others, the taste and flavor
of Otherness itself…yes,

it’s in the eyes.

Each birthday you reach
is your last until 
you reach the next one;

what are you doing
for your last birthday?

It seems only right
that there should be
some symbolic flame to it,

some burning down
of the previous years

as in a warrior’s funeral
or the high leaping fire
of any pyre anywhere

for at heart a birthday party
is the performed hope

concealed in the hot core
of the myth
of the phoenix.

you’ve fallen into
gloom, feel
you’re drowning
in murky water, 
think you have no
choice but to be forever
dimmed.

dearness, 

darkness isn’t
all-inclusive simply because
it’s hard to see through.
its mystery
isn’t everything, doesn’t hold all 
there is worth knowing.

look.

it’s full morning, long past
dawn.
a lacewing fly
has landed upon your forearm,
shining among your own
fine, shining hair.

you bring your face close
to see its glassveined
wings glowing, flicking
as it rests there upon you,
connected
to you through 
sunlight. dearness, 

if it were midnight,
you’d slap this miracle aside for 
making your skin crawl. instead,
by having allowed it to stay

you will feel it
shining within you
for long years to come.