Cell Phone Poems

Sea.

Sky.

That is

all




Withered
tree.

Gray
and white.

Sea.
Vast sky.

All alike.

Gray
and white.




A bald eagle

sits on the topmost
branch.

Ragged.

Glaring
at dawn.








This immense
calligraphy
I write in dark
blazing letters
in the furious
sky-void

Immense
gargantuan
chilling
and brutal

this fury
of pure life



At least
the Space Needle
stands tall
hurling Earth
like a discus
at the bug-eyed Aliens



In the blue darkness
of predawn
on your tongue
is the taste
of coffee.

Seattle's finest,
brewed

for a captive audience
of dead shadows

weeping rain and wampum



Nothingness

again.

It's lonely and it
hurts.

O nothingness, my
monochrome

vessel.

Sea. Sky.





Vancouver.

In the cold
mountains appear.

In the startling light
they melt

faded into space
like ice cream.



Heron-slim women
in tight black skirts
and Hong Kong leather
jackets

laughing and kissing
mourning and nudging

in this life sorrow
is killing us all.


Wonder is so empty
joy so fleeting

why not just try
in the bare here-now

to be happy?






Sudden, bright

seals surfacing
together

in a long smooth undulation

oily-shining
shoe-black

naked and dreamlike



In the morning dazzle
calm reflections swimming

a storm gull standing still

lonely cold vastness
of a brutal universe

a harrowing simplicity
reigns in this mind




in pitiless space --
desperate, eternal --

being is grieving