Shingle Beach Sunset

Splash sweet soft
            on bed of stranded bladder wort
            sand ground
            from
            bleached oyster skeleton
            foam climb
            green light arc
            then mouthed in
            rolling wet stripes
                       against gold:
                       the parched arbutus,
            beneath side long
                       smile moon.

            While ferry from Vesuvius
                         crab walks
                         past a peach lagoon.

Fisher's metal muscle boat
            grinds grey streak
            on shifting bronze.


I can lean my jaw
            upon her living shoulder
            listen to her voice
            climb up
            through bone.

Splashing

I.

out eye of sky

smiling brows of gull

canoe's punctuation

             upon

             26 flag trellis

shivering timbres

the brilliant entrance

             of elephants

             fully embellished

             with lace, gold,

             sapphires,

             diamonds in their eyes.

the tip toe hippos

             shrieking

             over quick sand

             flaunting gravity.

eroding the evening

             with your icicle charms

                     your lusty bassoons.

             

beneath swoop crow caravan

             making double u's

as we maneuver our

             yellow tusks

             our porpoise thighs

             dipping our tentacles

             past liquid membrane

             below the aluminium

                     candelabra.

And the moon of the clock tower

             rasps

             circlets of haze

             wherefore

             art

             thou?

II.

Two strings of devil
waver below
Grinch's hovercraft
who now vanished,
        now alights,
        green eyes flashing.

Tiny torches blink open
        shimmer corn,
        shimmer green gold,
        shimmer maple,
        on this life vest lake.

Throats of your cannons
        wax.
        Grandfather's chime.
        Kayakers drift past
        blast mouth

        burn sky
like a great golden toasted
        marshmallow.
     

Karmapa Khyen-no

Golden parasol
jewelled brocade
palace of courage
           climbing on trumpet's
           flight, pouring
           brilliant shower up
                         across realms
                         beyond gone
                         gone far beyond.

Your honeyed baritone
           so rich
           so clear
           evaporating last vestige
                        of an inept limit.
           May it echo.
           May it flow
           beyond cease.

Precious guru,
           how can burnish your
           treasure in our heart?

How may we join
           one thousand billion
           hands?

How cherish this bright lamp,
           sheltered in
           crystal vase
           spilling every hue?

Please remain long.
Please return.
Please spread these
           brilliant clouds
           throughout our
           realm of stifled tears.

Galley Cafe

On the Spirit gyre, list
      me innards gently slump
      spine rumble
      on the diesel beat
      while shrouded islet
      slide Salish grey.

Some paint their ribs
      with butter brush
      palette scrape
      cubed potato.

Some sprinkle grains
      crystal death
      swirled amber tea.

One flays a slender
      cucumber, her
      face drawn in
      sobriety mask.

Two gnaw sheaves of
      murdered swine,
      glistening
      rent by restless incisors.

Grand Pré

Spangled grass on crest of dike
       Swimming past my wheel,
Slide betwixt the ruddy marsh
       and prairie meadows green.

As tide recedes, the mud banks crackle
       Lock keys calmly clanking,
Redwing blackbird flashes stripes
       Sings from pole to pole.

As I traverse the verdant path
       Black spotted cow stands watching,
While over on the other side
       White-faced cattle haunching.

Trapped within an algae cove
       Flock of minnows dart,
And just before Mosquito Point
       Crows vantage from pink apple.

Two women stuff the Volvo full
       of desiccated sheaves,
Above red barn on Marsh Crest Farm
       Silos cascade shadows,
And out beyond Evangeline,
       The rusty tide sinks North.

These lands, so rich, were stolen thrice:
       Stolen from the sea and plovers,
Stolen from the Mi'kmaq
       Then stolen from the Acadie.

My Name in Lights

Chase day, bring me more pleasure!
           I may grab bag it
           flailing skin
           sheafs drop, my
           hips thighs crumble
           gnawed by wasp
           twisted wreck of bones
           melting into pregnant dust.

Grab me more I must more
I must swallow the pre-shit
My. Me. Must.
make me star my movie
watch me and my toys and my
stories of my stuff arranged
sit me down on smouldering fire
           burn my sweet hair
           as clouds of offering
chisel my name upon a stone
           chewed smooth by lichens
           and the pelting sands.

Paddy's on Main St.

Angel of the apple blossom
Please sanctify my motive
Blessings of the red mud
            slip me up
please, slip me up.

Abandoned tracks
            you rust, shoulder
            rocking horse.
            May the compass of
            your hands
            enjoy these gifts,
            pull purple thistle.

Locust, sparrow, robin, rice
            song upon broken tree
            bones drop moon down
            and bring her back up,
            despite the pile they wound.
            And creek with
                        worms below clear water

Wash the sky
wash sky.

Cling   longer to this break
            linger on it.
            Any time a
            far gone conclusion.

This beer I liked.
            Now mints announce
            the bill.