Lair of the White Wolf

I bundle up

And I dwindle myself

Into size

Of ice sheets

Surprise

Hoisted up and spat out

By the yesty waves of

Lake Michigan

Onto Belmont Harbor

In January

When no leaves tarry

So I amalgamate to hibernate

So furry

La mujer de lobo

Wind Skins

Unfortunate wayfarers knocked backwards by air

Gale force

Creating a tear

A small incision that slices

Open the cranium somewhat

Tearing the veil of flesh off the bones

The flesh that

Sails

Bewails

Curtails true communication

Veins flapping like kite strings

Slits for eyes

Peering through jet streams with tranquil repose

Born aloft by

architects of combustion

placenta clouds sail

and

urine showers dampen

the moods of some and

gladden others

and for this tree

a pancreas as a new purple fruit

Loki’s Sea Shanty

I fare very poorly under fluorescent lighting

It was a Navy corpsman told me so

But my long nails are good for dirty fighting

To foreign ports in tattered shorts I go

Song of Veles

Gladly will I sing of Veles

Lord of the Dead

Horned Serpent

Gladly I’ll descend to Veles

Great and coiled

At the base of the World Tree

St. Lucy’s Day: Composed at Ewa Beach Park, Oahu, 12.13.03

Formerly tormented

The rudders of my heart

Steer me towards an inner you

Ferried by fate

The gleaming words

Bend like reeds

Suppositions of selfhood

 

I imagine you borne aloft and far away

It brings me grief

I imagine you borne aloft and far away

Peace escapes this shore

With every retraction of wave

What went before

In copper-colored disarray

The grains of sand

Disappear into murky hesitancy

The gasp before the scream

Suburban Phantasmagoria: A Poem of West Oahu Living

I wander these streets at night alone

Convinced that the construction zone pit

Is a message meant for me