Adam Jan Kaufmann – “Reinventions” (2012)

Sky, Oh Sky…

sky, oh sky
old swaying sky
on bamboo flags
fixed vermilion green
am I struck
in black wintertime
am I you
silent from craggy jars
making flashes
that star-hang hummingbirds
them and the river
law will shadow the stream
petals, lost
moods & pines
in curry wash of rain
flute love shade burning
vibrating long away, burning…
your body beneath the path
bowing to the grasses
ugliness & laughter
love the glimmer you walk
another one won’t come

Cherry Tree or Rainbows

cherry tree, oh cherry blossom
scene pine iris red
when winter rainbows
blow you
flapping scattered
harlequin vines wind
& toss
scarlet resting desires
dreams falling cloud long
patient huddle listening
to dead songs
love lit night masks
dusty paper & waves
in city silhouette

Seed: “Japanese Prints” by John Gould Fletcher
Ambience: “In die Nacht” by Asmus Tietchens

Picnic Bubbles

forgetting autumn
grow your thoughts
beyond autumn
frowns on the willow
wine twittering in skirts – the scarlet pilgrims
love parasol? fierce roofs
harmonies on a leaf
drum-tones written & played by
whoever first said
waves are wind
fugitive rose, what it’s like in autumn
I forget: mists,
buds tinkling broken
they’ll spend a deathless spring
in troubled ages that read
“violet weariness of love”
but lovers continue earth picnic
smoking bodies leave fear
a breeze only blows through
great marsh trees
broad fields
brown-blue may moods
silent canes haunt
their long masks
hanging on the rocks

Seed: “Japanese Prints” by John Gould Fletcher
Ambience: “In die Nacht” by Asmus Tietchens

Transfigured Sailor

show me, great sailor
a womb of dismay
unconquerable African dusks
w/ which maddening tyrants
play, chaos drags them, lords
of bagpipe orbits; midnight masters
grading flame, ashes of every

breathless zeal to give what’s never renewed
back to the cloud fleet: soarings, circlings
native rhyme bulks

from eternity springs ancient sting w/ flesh
peoples, grace, Dante’s rapture
kind crime of mourning

are you still heralding the fire
now that sun’s been betrayed
moon quartered, last quiet carcass,
once the fruits I could smell through me
in ecstatic prayer

brave Spanish master, show me
flocks of mind, your arrogant
blinding religion, can you soar on such
throne? hell’s cataract you climbed
spilling legislatures

pendant minds? inspiring lightnings?
today’s transfigured ruins

Seed: “Freedom, Truth and Beauty” by Edward Doyle
Ambiance: “Mother Earth’s Plantasia” Warm earth music for plants…

Ode to the Absent Seamen

momentum in sea
momentum from these sons, cold from sky-hidden
history, they vanish, into pulp, change into

reefs, that know planets’ songs
have they failed in their speech of light?
I’m on my knees, for there must be something larger
than earth’s wings – the universe most quiet
long, deep digging sun stains orange waves
forms the scent
and shades
of my own man – one of these sons

echoed as god
remembered for
the sunshine of their labor
the universe shifts
looms with long sword-flash leer, hobbling
through discovery

Christ’s unhooded sea
scorns whatever state the empire’s in, from Andes’
sent freedom, to the herald of lion’s wrench

weird icebergs creep it
which skies aren’t dreaming
where is the man scale
greed & dragons march in the searchlights

the fields & coasts man made his home
cry for a ship divine
tired of compulsory anchors

Seed: “Freedom, Truth and Beauty” by Edward Doyle
Ambiance: “Ursa Major” by Mark Shreeve

Soul’s Eagle God

whirl yourself where
planet’s sunrise takes it to the mountains
gloats in huge brains, rising from Earth’s trashcan

black cosmic blood wings chant: to hell with fortune & generations
finger head & liberty
let’s blend the larks w/ weeds

this nadir-based
bone nation horror
no man’s embrace
that chaos of a city
once great lionic soul, human lung ice field
boasts the flies
on & above ocean breaths

starry justice’s spirit
shoots out
boa-like ages
sparks, blood-eyed tramps,
mines, days, flowers: apex gory nights
luminous palms
must-have caves of the region

to all the monsters of America ghastly, of and about
the guns, thyme, false love, heaven feed columns – all that
& more, the subliming slime teaching me
w/ hastened dreams of every slain child
I lit up words that warm it
when demons slain saint’s people, okay,
what have I forgotten, by stagnant milk
& hamburgers, I merged w/ what destroys me
souls echoed love
freedom’s columns said goodnight

true were those ages
now sun attunes my freedom
to invaders’ simple tongues:
wing-whir blood church floorshow

Seed: “Freedom, Truth and Beauty” by Edward Doyle
Ambiance: “The Comet” by Dieter Schütz


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