See snow as blossoms
See snow as blossoms
and underneath —
no bare limbs.
and underneath —
no bare limbs.
On a thatched roof
On a thatched roof
it makes no sound at all —
autumn rain.
it makes no sound at all —
autumn rain.
Remember, now
Remember, now —
you are known for singing ,
cuckoo!
you are known for singing ,
cuckoo!
Beneath a tree
Beneath a tree,
autumn wind shows itself
in a single leaf.
autumn wind shows itself
in a single leaf.
Come, sing now
Come, sing now —
don't wait for us to wait,
cuckoo!
don't wait for us to wait,
cuckoo!
Hazy or not
Hazy or not,
come out of the clouds,
spring moon!
come out of the clouds,
spring moon!
Inventory
We gaze into your eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes.
We forget the display is blind.
Your fanned tail really a cupped palm,
gathering each hen"s quiver to your ear,
your feathers the green-blue glamours of
reflective absence. No one
ever praises the ass of the peacock,
grin of quills that does the heavy lifting,
or how you eat anything from ants
to Styrofoam, from cheese to chicken.
Road roamer, flower devourer:
the one who"ll pick a fight with a goat.
Preen all you want. What I love of you
We forget the display is blind.
Your fanned tail really a cupped palm,
gathering each hen"s quiver to your ear,
your feathers the green-blue glamours of
reflective absence. No one
ever praises the ass of the peacock,
grin of quills that does the heavy lifting,
or how you eat anything from ants
to Styrofoam, from cheese to chicken.
Road roamer, flower devourer:
the one who"ll pick a fight with a goat.
Preen all you want. What I love of you
Hour of Stars
The silence of the night
on the staff
of the infinite.
I go out into the street naked
ripe with poems
lost.
The black, riddled
by cricket song,
has this will-o'-the-wisp
dead
from the sound.
That musical light
that is perceived by the spirit.
The skeletons of a thousand butterflies
sleep in my place.
There are young mad breezes
over the river.
on the staff
of the infinite.
I go out into the street naked
ripe with poems
lost.
The black, riddled
by cricket song,
has this will-o'-the-wisp
dead
from the sound.
That musical light
that is perceived by the spirit.
The skeletons of a thousand butterflies
sleep in my place.
There are young mad breezes
over the river.
And
1
Tense and tenuous
grow from the same root
as does tender
in its several guises:
the sour grass flower;
the yellow moth.
2
I would not confuse
the bogus
with the spurious.
The bogus
is a sore thumb
while the spurious
pours forth
as fish and circuses.
Tense and tenuous
grow from the same root
as does tender
in its several guises:
the sour grass flower;
the yellow moth.
2
I would not confuse
the bogus
with the spurious.
The bogus
is a sore thumb
while the spurious
pours forth
as fish and circuses.
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Dear Writers, I"m compiling the first in what I hope is a series of publications I"m calling ARTISTS AMONG ARTISTS. The theme for ISSUE 1 is " Faggot Dinosaur. " I hope to hear from you! Thank you and best wishes.
— Ali, editor, Artists among Artists
I think that I shall never fear
a brontosaurus that is queer,
iguanodon as fetisheer,
a mammoth bringing up the rear,
an astrodon with extra gear,
metrosexual squirrel and deer,
a breeder with a dance career,
a fruit with cauliflower ear,
a lesbianic Chanticleer,
— Ali, editor, Artists among Artists
I think that I shall never fear
a brontosaurus that is queer,
iguanodon as fetisheer,
a mammoth bringing up the rear,
an astrodon with extra gear,
metrosexual squirrel and deer,
a breeder with a dance career,
a fruit with cauliflower ear,
a lesbianic Chanticleer,