solid bottom of the grandest canyon

yourself at the solid bottom of the grandest canyon
stark faced with the most ancient of conveniences

meandering up permitted
towards
groundswell 100degreeday waterfall afternoon

on the briefest flat of the trail

Constellations

The stars were mine,
or should’ve been,
so I named them all.
Mapped and patterned them.
Like someone must of done before,
sometime.
They were pigs, frogs and burritos,
Volkswagens and straight lines.

Then after I named the sun,
I named them again.

–

ca. 1990

Pillars in Bryce

I need to know each one,

to taste the rock
and swallow the sand.
To spend a life caressing
each bird and fondling each
weed, with my grimy,
orange palm.

Then stand atop,
Raise my arms,
And be struck by
Lightning.

–
ca. 1990