NOWHERE GIRL

Tags

air, earth, elements, Fire, identity, love, poem, satire, Water

NOWHERE GIRL

will you be
fire
will you
be ice

volcano, glacier,
soft earth, hard rock

or, when I hold you,
will you be
true to your element

air?

be everywhere;
nowhere?

EARTH ETC.

Tags

astrology, elements, poem, poetry

EARTH ETC.

Earth
Air
Fire
Water

crumbled,
went out,
evaporated
blew away

AIRHEAD

of all
the elements
I trust air

let a tornado
come and take me

better so
could have been
standing on a
volcanic fissure
about to blow

and that noisy seismic nonsense
sure to trigger an ocean tsunami

better to
fall, fall, fall

thinking how best
to procure a
parachute somewhere

PISCES PEOPLE

Pisces people
walk funny

waddle
like ducks

find it
strange
to be
on dry
land

and as for dance,
hopeless there too
unless you count
Nureyev, Baryshnikov
and Nijinsky.

MR TIGER’S EYE

I see you now, Mr
tiger’s-eye,

rock idol long before
electricity
turns the
world fluorescent
into
a
compact disk

and I wonder
if you
can still shepherd us
through those
surreal doors

where everything
devolves

is
ceaselessly evolving

I THINK

I think that time
has winnowed, is
winnowing me
(though I had to
look up the word to
check if it was apt to
speak
in terms of
a kind of austerity via
refinement, a
minimalist beauty)

love that word
as much as the air (always
taking more now
stripping me down
to a core, letting
the solution
evaporate) loves
me

and there I go, bit by bit,
including the bits that
you loved
and loved you

they
will not travel far
or long, I am assured

so great the need
bound to find a home.

STORM

who brewed
this storm
with all its Shakespearean
atmospherics and
theatrics?

what witches seasoned this
thunder, made sure
the lightning forked beautifully

they may
have the appearance
of ancient sisters
but once
I beheld them
(and they me)
differently

STEAM

hate being chivvied

put in a
pot of pressure

observing how when
my water meets air meets fire
(as blessedly I slip out of
myself a microsecond)

it turns to
screaming steam

POEM FOR AIMEE NEZHUKUMATATHIL

there is something dreamily
Classical about her poetry

typical tactic
(with her
aesthetic strategy
beautifully consistent) is
to plunge into
obscure history, dive
deep into lore

to say that there
is ordinariness neither
in objects nor
the people who
apprehend
make lives with them

together so swimmingly
like water
and fish

water and fish
whose perfect grapheme might
be the (with c or
k) the Sanskrit word for Pisces

BECAUSE THERE IS FIRE

because of
darkness
there is fire

because of fire
there is
light and
blood, and
torture

flames kiss-licking
so tenderly as
they consume