Which Is Where We Are Now

  • So, the forest fairies embraced her elbows
     led her to the enchanted stream
     baptized her in cool water
     down
              down
                       down
    
    With held breath, stammering, she watched
     the color of her hair flow into the river
     the blush of her checks flow into the river
     the ruby of her lips flow into the river
     freckles, one by one by one
     the glow of her skin flow into the river
    
    Crystalline, transparent, she became
     one with the river
    Invisible flowing wings pushed her
     flying
     breaking the surface
    Her body jumped back onto her
     and she recovered in her nymphs’ arms
    Sister

    Initiation

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    14 Dec 2009
    blue book
  • In my desire to embrace the world,
    embrace for love, for safety,
    no, not for love — so chilling,
    for safety, I conceive the world determinable,
    employ science and social contracts,
    morals and power,
    all for my well–intentioned designs
    
    Do not go coming around bringing up the ghost of love
    to haunt my bones,
    to turn my castles in the air to dust.
    I’d have to give up everything
    science cannot calculate,
    contracts cannot account for,
    morals cannot heed,
    power cannot glory in its deeds,
    only that I may look in your eyes
    and know you
    
    the factory belts overflow untended
    the stocks: lost opportunities
    my work hours fly by
    just to gaze at you
    
    my research and masterpieces
    ring hollow
    and it is so important
    to do
    Bah!
    you,
    tormenting me
    to look upon you
    I howl,
    shiver like a child in my toddler shoes
    
    With what crazy faith you do tempt me to my insanity,
    Oh God, oh God,
    boohoo

    The Art of Action and Being

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    21 Nov 2009
    Afloat Book
  • All is peaceful in your bed
    As you lay there sitting
    with a comforter in your lap
    and a bevy of pillows up your back,
    wreathing round your head
    
    Sweet visions you entice
    Wearing nothing
    ’cept a red handkerchief
    whose nettled florals shade your eyes
    and invite in a garden
    Dream of bright daylight
    
    My tender lips do gently suck, once each
    the gravity side of heaving breast, underneath
    and wander down circuitously
    in the lazy business of a bee
    frantically, humbly, bumbly, dallying
    
    Then that sweet–smelling bud is joyfully discovered
    Upon which our bee gingerly endeavors
    onto sacred ground
    Exploring about for what there is to take
    As legs press deeply into petal’s folds
    In response to his cantankerous march
    Our flower unveils herself in an expansive sigh
    
    Now the stamen is found
    and only nectar is wanted
    Oh, such a busy bee
    so adamant about it
    As flower trembles this way and that
    Supporting the little fellow
    
    At long last the pollen is taken up
    The flower is conscious of the loss
    In remembrance of such ruddy gifts
    The bee gathers every last bit
    And gently flies away
    
    Now the gardener saunters in
    For our flower must be parched
    well, we’ll drown her anyway
    It's so steamy at midday
    in burning summer
    
    The hose has been lying out in the sun
    all this time
    Though cold water runs from its base
    it will come out hot
    
    Careless lobs of water
    Thrash, thrash, in and out of the petals
    There, finally, the hose is fixed
    Oh, but the constant undulating pressure
    Has the gardener gone negligent?
    
    For a span of unendurable length, our fragile flower
    held down under violent, heedless protuberance
    shuddering in its overwhelming strength
    And suddenly,
    water gone;
    petals thoroughly soaked
    
    So much abuse for so innocent a flower
    and nowhere to go for safety
    For all the bittersweet torments
    she finds herself handled safely
    better off, even

    The Erotic Poetry of David Anderson

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    29 Oct 2009
    mead book 3
  • For your constant, loving supply
     of kibble, I thank you
    I bask in your graciousness…
     Ignore the puffed cheeks

    Paucity

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    15 Aug 2009
    mead book 2
  • Such a domesticated cat
    I twitch my tail
     narrow my eyes
     pounce
     offer as tribute my prey
    Alas, needless folly,
     milk and kibbles anyway

    Catankerous

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    15 Aug 2009
    mead book 2
  • Those lost days
    I remember so well
    the obscene sky
    emblazoned on my eye
    driving around
    a courier in greater metropolitan area
    delivering things of importance
    things worth more than insignificant me
    worth the rapid wearing–down of my vehicle with no recompense
    and, I could not believe that such a bold sky ever existed
    how lucky must farmhands have been
    we were a nation of farmhands years ago
    and the sky so obscene and bold every god-loving day
    Fifteen years later, I trudge hours on my bike
    those precious clouds god got up early in the morning to bake
    startling contrasts and textures
    why masterpieces every day?
    as I scurry back and forth
    as mouse under hawk's eye
    Oh, God, I felt so privy to those secret havens in plain sight
    mountain majesty of wondrous delight
    thumb in the pie
    After so many unexpected enthrallments
    feeling so small
    so small

    Clouds and Sky

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    13 Aug 2009
    unknown 2009 book
  • I see you
    beauty of my beautiful world
    a gentle desire to know you deeply
    exploring your depths.
    I lose my world in yours.
    Are you part of my world
    or I yours?

    Deep Gaze

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    13 Jul 2009
    unknown 2009 book
  • I remember when I was a child
    Wading into the ocean
    devoured by the waves
    pulled under by the undertow
    
    I swam and swam for breath
    until the realization dawned on me
    I no longer knew which way was up
    tumbling around and around, head over heals
    
    I let go
    Stopped worrying
    entrusting fate to eventually yield back to me
    sunshine, dry breath
    
    A strange peace
    so long
    I find myself
    looming in the depths
    sea creature in a vast, uncharted kingdom

    Sea Creature

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    9 Jul 2009
    unknown 2009 book
  • Dogs are natural scavengers
    They have the stomach for it
    I remember Beth swallowed some
    decaying squirrel whole
    Its tail hanging out of her mouth
    for the longest time
    Nothing ever became of it

    I always wondered where the deer went
    when they died
    The forest was always
    a pantheistic land of wonder
    As the snow tickled our noses
    Lexi was nowhere to be found
    I laughed it off and yelled for her
    Then yelled and yelled
    Then ran and abruptly stopped
    Lexi tenderly edging toward the deer carcass
    Shy even
    Then the bump on the bridge of her nose appeared

    A couple months later,
    in an unusual spring heat
    Lexi leaves the trail
    With a straightforward earnestness
    We walk an unfamiliar side–path
    Cross an undiscovered stream
    Another carcass prone to the sun
    A vulture crouched in an adjacent tree
    Impatient for our departure

    The bump on her head reappeared at the top
    Lexi was given two months to live
    And, at that other river,
    Her jaw too weak to grip
    the large branches so much a part of her
    This third carcass
    Peaceful, laying amid the thorns
    One does not begrudge one condemned to death
    to take their fill of death
    Not one lick of impropriety

    We filled our days with walks
    We denied ourselves none of our walks
    We partook
    Peace

    Partaking

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    24 Jun 2009
    Lexi, lion book
  • In the dawn of humanity,
    we crowned you
    with stories of
    how meaningful you were.
    
    Grown clever and independent,
    we decried you
    with critical analysis:
    you are just a ball of hot gas.
    
    Now that I’ve seen your dark side,
    after I’ve recovered from the shock
    — neither I nor you, nor our galaxy
    are the center of the universe —
    
    Let me embrace you as in my youth.
    Let me swoon in your warmth.
    Let me re-understand the
    truth of your fairy tales.
    Let the life you created and nurtured
    reciprocate.

    Twilight

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    29 Apr 2009
    lion book
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