Monday, July 02, 2012



I grab the largest hairnet
and die like John Coltrane

but first I floss my chompers
like castle ramparts

the tartar like archers
I sing of my own back

a desire to paint
great bitterness

war isn’t good
I dunk in night

in my idea of John Coltrane playing flute
squirrels are in the galaxy

squirrels are in the galaxy
and light from a window falls


From a homophonic translation of Heine.

And...I'm undecided whether the last line should end 'fails' or 'falls': the former is, uh, darker; the latter, brighter.

Sunday, July 01, 2012

After Heine 14

SONG (after HEINE 14)

nightlip in the tram I see
friendship grow
the lastwinding stars
sudden fusion

eyes auger, the chin wages
Heimlich the least words
the streets boulevarding
a thinkabout forest

I sing your dogs
as you sang them
a thousand times