Perpetuum Mobile

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
Were you, too, born for the job? One
foot before the other, remembering

every so often to straighten your spine?
And is it merely weakness to give up

this month's collection of worldly goods
only to fall in love with the heart-

shaped leaves in a plant store window, cunning
holographic tiles (only plastic, but still)

that fold and collapse into a purse? The world
is going to pieces but maybe we could finish

a few of the projects we promised we'd
complete. At least we tell ourselves that,

as we get out of bed to the sun's applause
and drawn curtains eclipse the long dark.

Addict

Sam Pepys and me

This morning angry a little in the morning, and my house being so much out of order makes me a little pettish. I went to the office, and there dispatched business by myself, and so again in the afternoon; being a little vexed that my brother Tom, by his neglect, do fail to get a coach for my wife and maid this week, by which she will not be at Brampton Feast, to meet my Lady at my father’s. At night home, and late packing up things in order to their going to Brampton to-morrow, and so to bed, quite out of sorts in my mind by reason that the weather is so bad, and my house all full of wet, and the trouble of going from one house to another to Sir W. Pens upon every occasion. Besides much disturbed by reason of the talk up and down the town, that my Lord Sandwich is lost; but I trust in God the contrary.

a little morning again
in the afternoon

a thin bed
out of my mind

my house full of pens
that lost trust in god


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 23 July 1662.

Stormed

Sam Pepys and me

Among my workmen early: then to the office, and there I had letters from the Downs from Mr. Coventry; who tells me of the foul weather they had last Sunday, that drove them back from near Boulogne, whither they were going for the Queen, back again to the Downs, with the loss of their cables, sayles, and masts; but are all safe, only my Lord Sandwich, who went before with the yachts; they know not what is become of him, which do trouble me much; but I hope he got ashore before the storm begun; which God grant!
All day at the office, only at home at dinner, where I was highly angry with my wife for her keys being out of the way, but they were found at last, and so friends again. All the afternoon answering letters and writing letters, and at night to Mr. Coventry an ample letter in answer to all his and the Duke’s business.
Late at night at the office, where my business is great, being now all alone in town, but I shall go through it with pleasure. So home and to bed.

foul weather
whither we go

as sand before the storm
or keys in the oven

let us late at night
atone in town


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 22 July 1662.

Next Phase

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
How much clearer does it need to be? 

Almost every day now, flood warnings.
Sidewalks stipple with crepe myrtle

blooms after each hard rain; then

the trunks of trees start exfoliating.
In the Himalayas, a glacier lake bursts,

emptying into the valleys below. Unlike
some animals around whose necks we've

managed to string bells, catastrophe rarely

announces its arrival. When you startle from
sleep, your brain is a balloon that gradually

leaks helium before drifting to the floor.

All the people walking among the topiary
in period costumes have disappeared.

Done away

Sam Pepys and me

Up early, and though I found myself out of order and cold, and the weather cold and likely to rain, yet upon my promise and desire to do what I intended, I did take boat and down to Greenwich, to Captain Cocke’s, who hath a most pleasant seat, and neat. Here I drank wine, and eat some fruit off the trees; and he showed a great rarity, which was two or three of a great number of silver dishes and plates, which he bought of an embassador that did lack money, in the edge or rim of which was placed silver and gold medalls, very ancient, and I believe wrought, by which, if they be, they are the greatest rarity that ever I saw in my life, and I will show Mr. Crumlum them.
Thence to Woolwich to the Rope-yard; and there looked over several sorts of hemp, and did fall upon my great survey of seeing the working and experiments of the strength and the charge in the dressing of every sort; and I do think have brought it to so great a certainty, as I have done the King great service in it: and do purpose to get it ready against the Duke’s coming to town to present to him.
I breakfasted at Mr. Falconer’s well, and much pleased with my inquiries.
Thence to the dock, where we walked in Mr. Shelden’s garden, eating more fruit, and drinking, and eating figs, which were very good, and talking while the Royal James was bringing towards the dock, and then we went out and saw the manner and trouble of docking such a ship, which yet they could not do, but only brought her head into the Dock, and so shored her up till next tide. But, good God! what a deal of company was there from both yards to help to do it, when half the company would have done it as well. But I see it is impossible for the King to have things done as cheap as other men.
Thence by water, and by and by landing at the riverside somewhere among the reeds, we walked to Greenwich, where to Cocke’s house again and walked in the garden, and then in to his lady, who I find is still pretty, but was now vexed and did speak very discontented and angry to the Captain for disappointing a gentleman that he had invited to dinner, which he took like a wise man and said little, but she was very angry, which put me clear out of countenance that I was sorry I went in. So after I had eat still some more fruit I took leave of her in the garden plucking apricots for preserving, and went away and so by water home, and there Mr. Moore coming and telling me that my Lady goes into the country to-morrow, I carried my wife by coach to take her leave of her father, I staying in Westminster Hall, she going away also this week, and thence to my Lady’s, where we staid and supped with her, but found that my Lady was truly angry and discontented with us for our neglecting to see her as we used to do, but after a little she was pleased as she was used to be, at which we were glad. So after supper home to bed.

a cold rain
on trees of gold
all fall

a good God
is impossible
as the river among us

and the garden is still
a garden but
used up


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 21 July 1662.

Rough Draft

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
People are out on a humid Friday evening 
walking their dogs, buying tickets to the new
Superman movie, or just going in for a bucket
of their favorite buttered popcorn, which they'll
take across the street to eat on the west-facing
steps of the middle school. We lick the last of
the gelato off our fingers as rain starts to fall.
Lightning stirs inside thick-bellied clouds, then
it's like some god or a beast is clearing its throat
before uttering an important edict. Is the medium
as important as the message? Is it the same message
each time, or just the form that changes? Sometimes
I don't know what I want to say until I say it; if you
knew, though, wouldn't the meaning be clear?

Fire Blanket

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
In the early hours I hear a clink and a light
thud in the kitchen, which means now I'm fully
awake. I wonder if I should take a look and more,
if I should bring some kind of heavy object with me
that I can swing if whatever made the noise might happen
to be an unwelcome intruder. There being no other sound,
I walk in my bare feet and peer over the banister. What's
fallen to the floor is the Fire Blanket, still in its red
pouch but too heavy for the hook pressed to the side of
the stovetop island. The ad said it was an important buy,
but something the manufacturer hoped no one would ever
actually have to use. Pressing it back in place, I too hope
it will just hang there, a flag unfolded but ready to snap
to full proportion, should the air heat beyond a simmer.

Rally

Sam Pepys and me

(Lord’s day). My wife and I lay talking long in bed, and at last she is come to be willing to stay two months in the country, for it is her unwillingness to stay till the house is quite done that makes me at a loss how to have her go or stay.
But that which troubles me most is that it has rained all this morning so furiously that I fear my house is all over water, and with that expectation I rose and went into my house and find that it is as wet as the open street, and that there is not one dry-footing above nor below in my house. So I fitted myself for dirt, and removed all my books to the office and all day putting up and restoring things, it raining all day long as hard within doors as without. At last to dinner, we had a calf’s head and bacon at my chamber at Sir W. Pen’s, and there I and my wife concluded to have her go and her two maids and the boy, and so there shall be none but Will and I left at home, and so the house will be freer, for it is impossible to have anybody come into my house while it is in this condition, and with this resolution all the afternoon we were putting up things in the further cellar against next week for them to be gone, and my wife and I into the office and there measured a soiled flag that I had found there, and hope to get it to myself, for it has not been demanded since I came to the office. But my wife is not hasty to have it, but rather to stay a while longer and see the event whether it will be missed or no.
At night to my office, and there put down this day’s passages in my journall, and read my oaths, as I am obliged every Lord’s day. And so to Sir W. Pen’s to my chamber again, being all in dirt and foul, and in fear of having catched cold today with dabbling in the water.
But what has vexed me to-day was that by carrying the key to Sir W. Pen’s last night, it could not in the midst of all my hurry to carry away my books and things, be found, and at last they found it in the fire that we made last night. So to bed.

the country that troubles
me most is fear

putting up a calf’s head
putting up a soiled flag

night could not be found
in the fire we made


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 20 July 1662.

Weathered, We Weather

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
The world has never lacked 
for contronyms. One of the earliest
I learned was cleave, as in Now cleave
together as man and wife
; and also
what the cook in a restaurant kitchen
window does as he brings down his biggest
cleaver, severing a roast chicken or duck
at its joints. Bolt and buckle; finish,
dust, weather. Look away and the roll
of beautiful silk winds up in the grubby
hands of a merchant who won't pay full
price. Look another way— the light is still
there somewhere, but also the sight of new
horrors that will make your knees go under.