sun tattoo

survival sighs into the

base chakra spinning

above the third rail,

feels itself trying

to jump start

a life...

(in spite of wet tracks)

sparks and sputters,

now slowing again,

the secret clock geometry

cogs in a soul that won't quite mesh,

weather worn fence slats stitching
the hem of ocean and sand

lifted and poised,
in arabesque dna
twin runners, twisted rusty wire

suspended yet animated
by wind and breath,

shadow figure trophies

blowing across the horizon of hope

revealing a red sun,

passionate orb come

to waken corpse cocoons

beams of light pry them loose

roots of fruited trees

and ripening thoughts

of new direction,

up words...

blood blooms

from the selkie skin,

tattooing the sun into my pelt,

a spinal column lease to close a gap

between kissing on dirty knees

no longer begging for a love so half-hearted or remote.

6.12.09 © acn

skyward

your lover,

did she have blue eyes?

was that what made
the sky seem so beautiful?

or did the clouds

find their way into your vision

seeking to veil

the lights between

your eyes and her eyes

or did the trees stretch across it
blocking the view, reaching into black night
like the fibers of her iris,

her pupil nesting twin souls,
yours and hers...

this is also why you remember
to laugh and gaze into the sun
because the sky is so, so blue...

spun into billowing shrines
of glowing lighted mirth

with no bearing on the cry of gulls
or the imploring look of a child
eager to play in wind and rain

but the feeling, the density of solemn smiling mystery,
the agile lucid sublime melody of strings within

is all the reason to forego the warnings
of electric chakra temples and silence

5.14.09 © acn

threading truth

step lightly
in moccasin
motions

seeing the breath of trees
hearing the language of water
knowing the ancients speak in secrets

so that we will learn to listen again

each of seven generations
are pockets of mystery
wanting of seeds
filling of minds
growing new worlds
with old thoughts

mending lives

with long grey hairs
finding grandmother's path

shaking beads into a pan
and calling them gold
the design is sewn

2.4.09 © acn

hush

"hush..."

could mean there might be
someone in the trees listening

or a deep snowfall delaying the day's routine

even a harsh lover with biting kisses
strict commands and silent vows

each sensation a subtle
madness enticing the pulse

"move closer..."

was dust, distraction, something
that could happen naturally had
she not been told to do so

her native defiance reared up
like a sequined unicorn dancer

running towards virginal music

12.21.08©acn 

sea mother

tears are shallow
salty soldiers of futility
so far below the waves

anemone eyes sway
tendrils of sorrow
bright seahorse havens

empty coral beds echo
water-gypsy tunes

like wind scraping a hollow bone
across a broken windowpane

their silent algae plea
a scattered krill symphony

that no longer calls forth
the magic of ozone

a weeping mother
must be healed
at all costs

tears are hollow
vapor mercenaries
trails gouging across
the faces of cloud people

burning our sacred sky temple

where light keeps breath and sleep
things that should not be wasted

sacred marrow from the last
unicorn's spire can not be taken

1.03.09 © acn

monsoon maven

sip the breeze and sigh...

roots grow thick and slow
the tender shoots of lacking

the subtle twist of limb and roll of bark
that has forsaken the moss to reveal

(not withstanding all previous
degrees of ancient groves)

wooden vertebrae stalks
reading spinal rings
finding a hump,
concentric
deviance

but like a meandering camel
the rain of all rains has come

torrential bliss, a monsoon maven
adjusting the investments of those

who cared too little
and spent too much

wandered into a maze of cypress
and tried to be forgotten
in a shady empire

where is that promise on the wind?

12.29.08 © acn

mast

these are solemn moments
dripping from the aching
honey-eyed plants

they are reassuring
but the flamboyant fleet
has set sweet sail

the waving imp dawdles,
dancing on the stern,
in a single pirouette
he spits, yelling out:

"do not piss off that gnome!"

the sea maidens are humming
a tumultuous rock strewn song:

speak to serious and forgotten flowers,
the only ones that ever spilled thought
of healing blossomed wanderers

with tango slipped dresses
and torn smiles that sainted 

all the onlookers

the harness
stepped into
the maker's hands

the buckles fell open
laughing like odd little ducks

seeking tighter gleaming
entrances they were cinched
by marvelous aching spectators

acn ©
11.08.08

cicadasong

buggy

summer

lullabies

beautiful green

hum-buzzers,

they smell of tree blood

their ghost skins

clinging to the laundry

delicate canapes for the cat,

who munches them

like canary feathers...


©agn 8.8.97

zoe

~
apron'd eyes smile

wide with ageless secrets
from the slanting glass

a wise meadow's gaze

not sentimental or unkind
something silvery and soft spoken
a few lightening bolts 

amidst chamomile

planting voluptuous thoughts,
weaving fertile lines ~
delicate ink angels

calligraphic emissions

her mind's breath
flows into paper

a peace from her
lovely virgo closets...
~



© agn 9.9.97

that

grappling the spazzle-grist
and new coffee-thick trapeze

then femur of thistle
musk drunk dives askew

beyond atoms and sapling
take the shreddy-spare

and bringway
the mistle tombs
or shrink

to the humbleside
storing earwise

ambling the crooky tank slinktop
in the purple sock trundle tent breath
by the river bench theatre


©agn 2.12.96

gnat music

chocolate soul
skin of peach ~

cinnamon feathers
freckled silk

tucking honeysuckle lures
behind each ear ~

breath held, listening
for the smallest song ~

moon-tanned tastes
of red wined lips

unkempt kisses
spilling into thunder

© acn 1.30.97

vitreous gestures

sinews are waves

(~hello~)

flesh that floods
across the coral of bone
under the Coriolis of skin

~
~

flashes of fluid
liquid lattices
train a
fanning
of breath

~
~

an ebbing
of will

~
~

inspires
a trace
of sand
and sweat

~
~

tidal motion
and vitreous
gestures

~
~

form a mirage

~
~

sinews are waves

(~good bye~)


© agn 6.7.97

soul waters

soak me 

in the you lagoon

i've just become a manatee

i swim with rare thoughts 

like rice-sheep moons

while you tempt me 

with your marrow steeple pie

i throw dusk and lemon trees 

before your sky-turned eyes

i sigh tiny wind chimes 

from the ear drum of my belly

and hem a wishing tune 

inside a secret toy sunrise

drench me

in your far-close smile,

i am the windowsill of a rain cloud

i paint feather ankles or smoke 

as you appear 

some soft special deviance, 

an injury to heal the wound...

© agn 12.20.96

fingertips sing

i feel them below

huge naked palms

suspend my body

curve under stomach

except there is no mattress

i breathe underwater

my soft insides

nestling with 

stretchy bones

filling the finger-lined belly bowl

i feel innocent and spineless

i reach toward the shinning place 

until my sides solidify

aching and stiff 

i cry because i can not hold this 

bright sharp moon

i let go 

because they flutter and gather

the hands are like birds or field mice

cupped around my floating middle

like some vital chalice 

between this world 

and the next

i peek between 

the dim outline 

of their contours, 

shadow pictures 

on the wall

there's something 

precious, precarious, 

almost visible at times...

and discerning, i grew my own

strong and small, my fins, my hands

most times i keep these hidden 

now that i am older

they turn pages

lock or unlock

sooth and steer

unfolding others

tracing line, 

mount and apex

so many eager words;

read, predict, explain...

my hands see better

they are unblinking

and fingertips sing

© agn 6.17.97