Amy Jackson

Poems 2001

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an experiment continued:

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For Roland Alphonso

 

Rolando Alphonso, January 12, 1931 - November 20, 1998,

Chief Musician, tenor saxophone, co-founder of the Skatalites

 

 

I cannot do justice

to your light

your God

 

the first time I heard your sax

trying to distinguish

your light from the

other Skatalites

which of those playful

rude notes were yours

visions of Jamaica nights

when you played them first

drifting on the sky

 

the first time I saw you play

lifting up melodies

too fast to follow

like following a kitten

down a street

 

the first time I looked in your

face you had stopped to receive

the glow you helped create off stage

just joy there knowing no words

your eyes light sparking out of brown

warm and welcoming at peace

golden freckle constellations

sun lines radiating from your eyes

clasped forearms, then off from

bask to rest

 

the last time I saw you

in your black and white and

yellow fly clothes

bouncing, spinning notes to us

from your space ship

as Lloyd Brevitt said

unclouded by rain, wind

later cocking your head

with Lester, minor

complexities, intrigued

 

each man's voice

you both said

I brought you lemonade

offered you the only chair

Sit down, dahleen ...

watching you carefully

cleaning each piece of sax

Lester doesn't clean his, you said

and from the other room we

could hear echoes

gurgling in his random

flight

 

you dedicated your

own flight to God

which could be found

at any time

in your face

 

when I heard you had died

on a Saturday morning

the light was new

I imagined you floating

your bright love

to each loved face

 

moving on to settle

somewhere

in the breezes

of Kingston

 

somewhere among

those closer stars

 

 

 

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Creek Meeting

 

 

his face has a dozen small scars

and his eyes are flitting

at ten or so

and one round, purple deep bruise

on his left cheek

big yellow bike bigger than him

at the creek

fell on the hearth, he says

not a round one, i think

i know this guy killed

turtles down here

the turtle was bitin' everybody

not all turtles bite, i say

they found a baby down here, he says

and it wasn't nice

an animal baby or a person baby, i ask

a person baby ...

i've been to the North Pole

you should write down your

stories, i say, as he follows us

through the woods by the creek

walking his bike

my ... step-Daddy says when

he gets out of jail he's going to...

my uncle says when he gets out of

jail he's going to ...

he didn't do it but the police say he

did ...

when he gets out, when he gets out ...

 

we agree that people shouldn't

leave their trash here

we should come back

with a big plastic bag

to pick up trash, i say

he nods, yeah, like those big ones

they bring when people die,

my grandmother died, he says quickly

and she had

 

we find a basketball and

reflecting green and silver

sun shade

for when he gets a car

made it all the way up the bank

with that bike and all that

new stuff

we shook hands and

hope to see him soon

 

 

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Lilacs

 

 

put your lips out

'cause I looked at the

lilac of your skirt

and it made me smile

you mistook

and then another smile

that made you mad

 

and i'm thinking

I remember go-

go boots white vinyl with

zips up the inside

you don't wear 'em on a cold

gray Monday morning

when you gonna

wear 'em?

you go

girl

you go

 

none of which

i would say because

of course they

are not

go-go boots

to you

 

none of which

you were open to see

respectfully

 

risks of style

 

the coincidence

this morning

there were lilacs

again for Manet

 

it was the color

made me smile

 

 

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Right on Grace

 


just cross a block
and i am the minority
fences around the children
where i go

the story of Hope
alone
what it's gonna
take
turn her around
and she's just one
just another ...
just another ...
and then
what about her kids ...

and on the way back ...

the woman posed with
her purple visor
recording herself

the white crack house the
stairs askew, Louisiana flashes
ornaments ripped
see straight through
and where the fire licked the
white to black
it cries

and she's standing perfectly
still in profile
next door to that

the well-kept houses painted

warm colors and ferns

i nod to the two young men
and they nod back, and give
berth to the man washing his
burgundy car
what he's seen and
barbs in his eyes for me
no matter what i do
i cannot make it right

i forgive your hate
for my white
aware of my race
privilege of my skin
not like i forget
wherever i am
and that's a
good thing, Martha
with your white sale

remember what it’s
like no money for food

ticking
stomachs on the other
side of town
just hear them ...
white worlds
apart, just cross a
block

railroad

tracks

you have no idea
why i'm here
my urgency
to make it right
it doesn't matter
i'm white
i accept

some stray silver bullet
take me out ...
just another ...

you face it every
day and
night

i'll be back to help

Myrtle, right on
Grace

 


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America, Union Station

 

walking here the arches
of Union Station repeat and
overlay Salamanca Madrid
and then it’s all three blended
imbedded memory

white marble and pink roses
reflecting the last of the day's
light, ideal verses and every
state’s flag encircling us

Columbus' statue phallic and my
first Sunday there someone
christened him with fresh
pig's blood for the
500th anniversary
of his arrival
and 500 years and
ever since
for me it is not
clean

every morning
passing by there
greeting my friend the
homeless musician
finding hope in his eyes
on seeing me and giving
it back

and America is the name
of a restaurant and we
cringe but sit out in its
share of the sun
with white umbrellas

and the
tired wine toasts to another week
done and to Friday and time ...

the dome becomes surreal
its symbol spires off
from what we know

fighting and watching the deals
being made:

they'll give you a piece of
what you
want
shove something
you

despise down your throat
at the same time
and it's a compromise
as amended
find out what you
want and use it
against you
win-win if you bite
but what will get funded
in the end ...

and like ants the staffers
course in trails underneath the
streets with piles of papers
and serious faces
updating each other
as they go
numbers terms
acronyms unelected
colony unto
themselves
they brief
mouthpieces of
faces with
names that won ...
stay to brief
new faces, new
faces ...
prop up the
old ones ...

our favorite joke seeing
a group of toddlers in
quadruple strollers:
There goes the
Freshman Congress!

what's not on the news ...
not even CSPAN ...
pages and pages and
pages
of fine print
and who but the
few really know and
follow the

bills to the end ...

details, details ...
how can it be this way ...

the wine warms as
night shivers around us
even summer
how quickly it changes ...
we part to rest ...
to our own pursuits ...

the monuments are still ...
stone lips and hands are
helpless eternal flames

somewhere in Mt.
Pleasant a former
paramilitary
mops and mops
but can’t get the
floors clean from
what he sees ...
and all the boxes
and cans are
full of voices he has
silenced
haunting him ...

the light falls
but the marble glows
remembering
the chisel

the roses breathe ...
innocent of man

 

 

 

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(3/10/01--'kay, these last two venting -- sometimes i boil over -- laugh when Lao Tzu says something like melt into being, values the passive -- balance, rest, charge up to fight again -- do what i can --

and maybe they'll figure out this bipartisan thing, but campaign finance reform, gun control, voter education -- such a long list -- we gotta push -- ya think? and i also learned that i can agree with Republicans and disagree with Democrats on pieces of legislation, so it's not always so clear -- the tactics, tho, some will take away pieces of your proposal, find out what your core is, test the strength of your coalition in the process -- co-opt your issue and pass something that sounds good but does nothing -- so very far from an evolved democracy and yet blessed to have what we have, and then abject poverty, violence, cycles --

the roses not innocent of their tenders, hybridized, but innocent of the crimes --

the white and black of the crack house not meant as racial judgement personally but how they are often symbolized, dualized as purity and degradation -- and in terms of skin, neither accurately describing living tones of the spectrum --)

 

The Key Room, Admiral Fell

 

my Mother would love this room
the white unspoiled bedspread
she could keep anything spotless
make it so again her obsession
with white
with absolute clean

except me, except me
somehow she didn't see
what had happened
was happening

what i wanted to do to her
white room one Christmas
so i stayed away instead

this formality although it's
warmer than her she would
never choose peach and
teal

but the two prints she had two
just like them not for the
Latin names or the
common names or the flowers
themselves but the
collection, she didn't like to
talk about them but there they
were

glad these are framed warm in
peach so i can stay and sleep
and now i see the bedspread's
a little frayed she would
sniff i feel more at
home

why they can't figure
out the contour of the back of a
tub

i could have thrown the brass
pineapple on the front desk
when we checked in
through the window thank you
she loves the pineapple as a
motif
but chose hers
canned instead
frustrated with the fruit

itself

 

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Rollerblades

 

haven’t figured out
the brake
sea legs
no grace
terrifying fun

fast my heart
races
rolling
slows

my arms flip
up but not
on my butt
yet i’m thinkin’
here it comes
now i’m feeling
safe

sounds i make
giggling and
little Shabba
Ranks and
boop foop
foop boop

like every
thing else
practice a
new rhythm
to learn

i want to
race i needed

a break

 

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La Banane

 

pop and

peel then

lips around

la banane

soft its tang sweet

stay on the tongue

potassium melt down

 

 

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Grace M. Eaton and Belmont

 

I.

 

the drive straight in is blocked

off with wooden beams you

have to park in the glass

on the street

 

on the way in the toddlers

light up when i smile at them

one reaches out to take my

hand at the water fountain

my soul is brightened

i don't ever

want him to let go and

the adult leading me

leads me on to let go ...

 

the older children get

close to me

but don't always answer

when i speak

 

the adults and i are different

we're warm and shy, warm

and shy, working through

our new society

 

she hears the helicopter ...

says she wonders who

died, they're lookin' for

somebody on that bridge

you know it ...

 

he says did you hear about ...

i gotta go, she says,

but she stays ... and he says ...

... yeah, i heard ... at first

i didn't know who they were

talking about 'cause we all

knew him as Peter Rabbit ...

we can't make it to thirty ...

he says, that's what

they say ... and we're all

shaking our heads

 

when we talk politics

waiting for the others

 

she says remember us

and i say, we're

fighting for

you out there ...

we do remember you ...

do i do enough?

 

he touches my arm on the

way out and i know it's

good i came, good i'll be

back again, i know ...

 

 

II.

 

how green it is blocks

away, how quiet and

green, Romaine and

organic olive oil on sale

at Sunshine and

a "Freedom First" bumper

sticker on a white truck

means the freedom

to carry guns and that's

about it

 

and on the way home i see a

whole white family out

walking slow

with one in the stroller

one in white diapers and

that child's free hand is

just

as light as the others'

across town

but the adults so

calm

walking and talking

 

driving by in my car

and listening to US3

 

the white couple turns

and looks at me

"just another brother

on lock down" he

sings and they're

afraid of me

it's the beat

it's the beat

 

i do

remember you

sinking into this

green

 

into this pulse

do i do enough?

 

 

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Sketching Barefoot

 

barefoot time again

my lover the wind

loving the elements ...

 

gracklethroat out

a cubbyhole

featherspike blue-black

bright-eyed sound

 

the river was gray as slate

mudfish hidden

now green as jade

is summer

now they nibble

at the surface

bubbling

 

Neil Young can paint a field

(that's not all he can paint)

these cows grazing safe

some curled some stand

 

the way you said

Equuus

the horse on the hill

lane shift, rail

part of that

field already

 

the trees don't move

they whisper, rooted

a shadow bruises the light

 

golden hawk stretched

still in the air

underside white and

buff

shadows softer than

the mourning dove

lulls

and gone

but the soft

it left

 

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For Johnny Lee Hooker


a blessing he passed in his sleep, not in pain
finally a fraction of the airplay
he deserved all this time
all this time
his burnt honey VOICE and HOT licks live ON
inspire generations to come, to come
precious, a national treasure
Memphis and all us cryin’
New Orleans dancin’ us out
for his sweet SOUL


©6/22/01
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Memiel

me meme
me meme
memiel the
same honey


chooga chooga
shuga
crialura
illudiel


honey qualtz
illumiel
beloved honey, honey
flame
honey illuminated


mansible
expiel, piel
amulet cielo
iciel nubiel
fire cleft


Persephone
spelunking


oisiel
souciel
sunciel
pleaschiel
fraischiel
cooshiel
touschiel
tropschiel
choisiemme
choisiellle
trouvelle
je trouve
je trouve
trouschiel
connuut
sousance
trouschait


niveles
Nivens just one
Myrna Loy


basal rosette
flourette
fleurrette
fire flow
breathe around it


oximize
anise
dischevel
clissemme
glissade
glissande


terpent, tserpent
paraleil


fragaz, fracaso
fragmentosa
vasts
truel


fire halo
shimmerous
chimerou
eschew
glomiel
musiel


unimaginable
pretty damn close


tres tres chaud, monsieur
tres gentil, vous etes tres gentil y chaud
chaud puppy


turbion, truelle
luscid, luschiele
within, within


nobe
danzanube
uhh ...
vousique
musique ...
lulluhl ... loulouhl ...


vivid is as
vivid does


sepals, opals, novia
diamonds in the raw
tauture


a whole flame
a fine flame
que mi fuego
como quema el fuego
un fuego cuidado
a fire safe and fed


Seychelles
souschiele
suschiele
skin is the shell
pleushielt
pleushielt
pluschielt


feelings wonder passes
through


seamless opposite
Molloon
Apelehy
Apleleche
bird mix
soul mix
play is bliss
sepaciel


cloche
clocks in the bed
pillow index finger
index pillow
pillow tip
fingerpainting slow
lovepaint
florever slow
the fingerslip fingertip
slip of the knot
clayslip
plays it slipping
slip of the clay
it's a fingertip
on a rose in the dark
love that slipknot


torque and pinion
temblant
seacrum
sacrum veilleux
veillum


lunaciel
moonsky
inscape
pleasure cell
Innisfree


blue hand the
mark i left had a
pocket of air
a perfect eye
middle of my
left hand


cambien
Tierraschiel
eggschiel
decibel
Glockenspiel
zither, ceviche


que ritmo lo era
unimaginable fathom


sucediel
transluciel
enlace
desenlace
cambiel
snorkel


vision quest
believable
love quest
soul quest
fire quest
chance quest
quest of you
quest of one, two
dream quest
tramble you


dormant fish, dormiel
blissin' the fish
gentles a fish, a mangle fish
mercy fish, merciful fish
a fish gentles a river bank
dream quish, joyfish


you quest
two, one
breathe, you
love you
too, two, one
soulmate
do you
how many fools
does that make me?


a lifetime of days
from now
find you
keep you
Quand meme


grita, grita
sound you
found you home


toca, resuel
rebuelo, rebuela
besiel, besabiel
kiss the bee with the
honey on it


shaman and the body
shamamine, shamamon
everything and one
fuel feld


where does the shaman go?
anywhere she
anywhere he
wants to go


ow, it's
zowee!
Mother musk, multitudinous
mellifluous


grace
graciela
Elyses
eclectic
Cuyahotl
chigual
lilique
clairvoyant phish
merfif


Sangre-la
Party-la
grita-la
mas alla
Almaville


Suryas, spirit
ground
heaven is Earth
and we know hell
too


dream travellers
thought revellers
Izeil
transiel


Thanks Purity Lover
to Open
half plus
thee brew


glissome
glimmerous
glimmeroux
glimmersauce
blissonne frutous


frutosa
Catoosa
Niehbuhr
fissome


froth umber
uehmbre
chevrons on my tongue
my body is coming
back in code


somme sonne ecstatica
ecstaticia
ecstacity electricity


murmurous
rainbow wash


fruta-la
flore-la
flota-la


lorne two lemone handes
ye olde ye
gentl
gentlerote
your face ripples in my
pillow hands


snuggloom

 

Amy Jackson

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Healing Landscape

 

rains come again
territory, map no map
void dream of risks


eruptions
Novembers
wonder if it breaks me
or just renews the landscape
faults and lava


the mud and the clear
the clear and the mud
the river flows and makes
both, disrupts and flows
clear again over stones
smoothing me with new
tears, tasting those tears
all the way home


and i’m proud of them


how impossible it is
tendres
kriege


the German used a
Mickey Mouse doll
to make the prisoners smile
for the camera


i'm thinkin' some old
Police song in French
while you’re tellin’ me that
je veut de voit, il fait nuit
i’m hungry for you
i’m hungry for you
growl like Eartha Kitt for it
soie du nuit


(he doesn't listen to


lightning)
soul lightning


ScaldGuard
warmer
Rosa Lila


bar code on my arm
counting my breaths
ten down to one
ten to one again


wonder a shell water
passes through
makes it shine
above the ache


folds of time
folding open
unfolding
making glass
slowly
out of deserts’
shifting sands


glass petals
plasma sauvage


there's an angel card:
a blessing:
holding it together in the
middle where the
place is, the part about a
journey across winter’s icy lakes
invisible treacherous enemies
bookmark, random page 15


Almaz, her name means
diamonds
soul diamonds
she reminds me the
pain will come again
and again
making diamonds out of the
magma of my soul


she tells me now
it's not linear


what touches it
(you should’ve seen what
Sylvio got)
what it's gonna take


fracaso
mauveoleum
forgive me what


comes


go to your Mama
get behind her tongue


below ground level


"catch the sun"
do just that

purpose being

 

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Freak of Nature

 

blessed by a sunset too
sublime to paint too brief
though maybe i'll try
purple, pink, peach, violet and

gold fading above
see, there’s just no telling it


a cemetery full of white stones
flash to the left of the window of
the train

that sunset above the trees
above all this shit


blessed, brief


the word wire comes, garrotte
must be the contrast


to the right just then a mural of a
man crouching to plant a tree
God is some kind of random irony


like Cortazar says "when it's
chance and when it's poetry"


conscious unconscious mine


without religion’s mythology
i believe in beleaguered good
i'm not waiting for God


the surface of meaning


to love something under attack
is loving Nature
it is my greatest inspiration
do what i can


i cling to it
unknown seeking for whole
unknown seeking unknown


searching, with all my
questions, i look up at flowers


if God is the unknown
and love it's universal
the role of chance
there’s life at all
maybe that's too much
chance
for a man's mind
he needs a God to
help him sleep at night


comme j'ai besoin
du Soleil
gris, il pleut


La Sabrosita


y hoy
hay Sol
gracias a
gracias a ...
Sol


no quiero mitos
ni magico
basta ya


thank you for daylight
thank you unknown


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Transito

 

turbulence taking off
gales a sea of air soothing
only to me a boat


white knuckled pilots


rolling backwards
nervous laughter
turbulence landing
ambulances waiting for us
when we landed

 

Glen Burnie
Ocela
Liebhehr
Facchina
Linthican


Copan
Zurn
Shushei
Bir Zeit
Hmong
Shoshone


tugboats, four of 'em
gulls in the sun
as we run
none of it seems real


shakes my seat says
"generic turbulence"
eardrums
colocate


meteor


words come and make me
smile


family photos in the pilot's cap


resurface transit stream
rock of the pulling train
sky blue transom
tip a wing
block the sun
Pegasus


Bowie State
3 hours sleep
cranial veticun
a Robin runs
cheers me
Odenton


things well done
things well done


Santa Stops Here
Trenching
admired the lines
of the wing
the cradle
pylon girder


the woman with her
red Beta fish in a cup
keeping it warm with
her hands
calls it Scarlet


the man describing a
briefcase full of diamonds
admiring my opal
disgusting me
thinking of so many diamonds
by appointment only of course


hedgehog with a dog house by
the Metro and two dog bowls


scattered man


swampy
trees dead by the tracks
two geese struggling to fly
in a windless sky


Domtar
Tembec
84 Lumber
Gams
Rose Window
Filament


retaining wall
wall of sand, sound
a truck called "Prophet"
acid CIA


High Voltage
connecting wires i'm
tracing them
ceramics


buildings mushroomed
since then not so long?


foreign vowels
i'm eating them
9:19 a.m.


quadrant


wind howling around the
corner of the hotel room
i'm resting in
Vienna


subway flashes
"I like your cowboy hat"
cell phones will never be
the same
but i wanted to know


Franklin Square
nonpareil
Regus
spider map
Orange Line
Falls Church
Cherry Blossom time


fasten
this thread too thin to relate
makes her a paper tulip to
go with her daffodil
the child behind us screaming
now
now he says zhou-zhou, zhou-zhou
giggles infectiously, oh, child
we land, yes, he says


Pittsburgh
illionel, illusiel


shades of silver passing
through the clouds and light
still sea of clouds
deliver you
deliver me


(nothing is really solid)


Loleil


invisible war, love, garden
skymilk, skyfolds
tenfold


Ghana Botswana
Old Ezell

 

what it's gonna do
erupting, settles
a golden river snake
breaks through the clouds
Iguasu
thunderhead
muffled white again



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disfunct

 

 

precluded viscous

a rainy mystery

the depths of your blue

are spilling through the floor

down through me

liebeling liebelung lying

rattling your denials

your pungent sadness

there is no name for your disease

there's no name for your pain

the pain i've caused you

 

in my dream i screamed at you

now that anger boils

i'm trying to remember how much i love you

reach you deep inside

where your dream is hiding from you

where you hide from it

touch your dream

bring you back to joy

seeds of love

love be fertile

let the rain break up your ground

well of fears

minefield

soundfield

 

 

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The Way There

 

 

they're still waiting for what comes standard these days

their cars drop out beneath them and that is that

for some of us it's easy

enough income in the family to help get that first car

that first job, the way there

 

the hood of the truck flipped up

his head on the back of the

vintage turquoise truck

for him it's not vintage

it's his way there

he's not moving, he's stuck

oh to lift him up to lift him up

from his despair

now he's not moving

 

some piece of him was free as air

now he's jailed by circumstance

he's sittin on that fender

avoiding my glance

staring up left into the sky

now he's not moving

it was the way there

it was his way there

 

 

©9/8/01

Amy Jackson

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You, Travelling

 

 

it's pure blue

nothing's so clear and simple

as this air

you're breathing this same air

somewhere

 

my hands resonate

i feel you under my hands

and you're not here

you're sailing into this sky

there's no night left

 

stay in the clouds

they're unbeatable

 

what your laugh becomes

it floats

lighting the air to the stars

it becomes a star

brightening life

 

flying arrow

curves, pulls along the lines of the road

i'm glad it was your silver arrow

 

 

 

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Amy Jackson

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Summer Thicket

i dream in winter ...
in summer my hands will be yellow
with pollen ...


printemps verano
lime leaves
lemon leaves
camassia plum
sum la
Plum Valley
melodic gestalt
raw morning
deep moss
hazy mummer


crickets slowly resonating
singing up the green Spring ground
they will resound the sound of cells themselves
each a tiny star spark of life within


summer cum laude
summa cum summer
seventy something
eighty something
99 in the shade
coamatl
raspberry lillit
Raspberry Tire
Brisco creamberries
strawberry skinshell
fraischiel
beeskept
beesteps
bee feet
beebalm
beeberries
butterfly feet
ginger feet
barefeet
gingereves
reveries
the velvet bee
St. Francis of Assisi
that dove he lovingly
looking up at thee
bird songs bird feathers
dragonflies hovering
dragonfly runes
disappearing bees
honeybee spirals
honeybees dance
sugar ribbons
opalescent trails
at night when we don’t see


the way you said “summatime”
go ahead
take that shirt off, man
because you can
what i didn’t say
the heat underneath
clover boy
clover blossom
clover bottom
Buddha boy
wildflower honey
orange blossom honey
fresh biscuits and honey
fruttatta
the flavor tree
fresh on the table
freshest fresh it
gets some on the table
sharin some abundance bliss
the bliss it gets
tasting it fresh the
freshest fresh it gets
yumming it summon it
the immanence yummon it
yumming it yum yumming it
yumming up


dimpled lemons
summer fruits picnic
i’m saving my smile for dessert
saving my sun for the nighttime
i need my green syncopated
the green has gone to bloom Mimosa agosawa
russet fronds wave Aloha to the highway
summer cloudships blossom the sky
summer becomes this sundress
appleblom applesauage
strawberry hearts
persimmon corset
corset persimmon
haricots vertes et tomates
almendres abrigots
peches y l’oranges
que le bontemps roulee
qu’elle longtemps brulee
les oiseaux jaunes a commencent jouer
Amarillo Juillet
senses collage
colliding synapse
that’s her prayer you’re fingerin’
i love the way you taste me
i love the way you taste
you’re listening to my skin
you learn to love that burn
deep tissue gamma bliss


kundalini lingus Mingus bingus scarabouche braccio
maraschino langostino facile dificil
what my fingers are saying to your skin
fingerspoke dreamspoke timespoke wondering in
wheelspoke the wheel of the year time begins
rebegins the wheel of time we’re spinning in


quien me toca, pregunta el verano?
quien lo toca?
quien toca la luz profunda?
la profundidad de la luz?


whole Mother blooms
deep heart blossoms blooms blossomely
the room within the loving room
a bowl of summer blooms within a beez
buzzing zoomba zoom a
zoomba zoom
zhou zhou zuzhuime
zhouzheim frizhiet
somme summer
summer summeille
soumeille
summielle ete
oveolet
awosely
seisum chissoi
chisseum chissieme
sysemme
courelle
zhiberon ziberot
slalom jetsom
synchordia
the sun the clouds’ consort


solar
solanum crispum
apogee
Taleggio
Olla Lacchino
brogatinero
ajuga
gumii
datura


yucca
lilium
aquifer
phlox
catalpa
mimosa


griseum
pyramidalis
phoenicium
persifola
Houttynia
byzantina


chiffonade
astrantia
angel trumpets
baby's breath
Lady's Eardrops
Black-eyed Susans


cowslip daisy heads blackberries thistle
fireflies rest in Queen Anne’s Lace
wild pink roses embroider undergrowth
shimmering corn stalk silks thrive
drowsy green limbs trace rivers’ edges
field grasses whispering “lovely”, whispers


shell ginger
goldenseal
passion vine
lemon grass
fountain grass
mondo grass
needle grass
miscanthus
windmill palm
parasol tree
japonica
gazania


acacia
agave
aloe radiata
cordala
nicotania
echeverria


velfa
sylph
cynara
cinerea
gypsophilia


alpinia zerumbet
phormium
euphorbia dulcis
eucalyptus


helianthus
crinum
rosemary
rosa
broom
cestrum
stoechas
woodwinds
musa basjoo
busa masjoo


iris
verbascum
sempervirens
Actnistis
agapanthus
Phyllostachys
Pteracantha
Phytolacca
Aspidistra
Oleander
fuschia
yew


cypressus
Styrax
spiranthus cernura
cordyline
corydalis
pagus sylvatica
pippen
Tyee
Ananalai
Anjou


lemon verbena
Bergamot
Vetiver
Lavande
lavandieu
your lavender god
Puritan among the poppies
Papaver
poivre
piquante voquante
verbascum chiaxi
each firefly
a flickering mystery


alba
caladium
colocasia
columbine
cousa
Uyekawa
Vachter
Cahalsa
Oxydendrum


Amelanchier
aloysia triphylla
tufted
buddleia


Hygrochilus parishii
Chionanthus
Chyisi Liminghi
chrysanthemum
mossiae


ziziphus jujuba
cocoa jojoba
oenothera caespitosa
zaluzianskya ovata


angraecum sesquipedale
ipomoea alba
epiphyllum oxypetalum
petaluma
Orchid #44


loebneri
crataegus
curcuma elata
frittilaria
Valerian


teucrium
polyanthes tuberosa
brugmansia suaveolens
daphne laureola
lilique
crystal lily
moon lilies
Peruvian lilies
lilerot
roses in my ears


Polly Thicket
animoges
arabesque
imaginot
fortaleza
Taliesen
Ebenezer
enfolded
in summer’s light
Sunshine Hotel
Lady's Mantle
forsythia
Fiat Lux


kerosene burning it burns it FuelMan
Jerome, Idaho
a sweet name for perhaps
a sweeter place than we know
bruised and bleeding blood clots it closed
a bird flies across it to a
deep green underworld
a field sealed in green
a deep green word a vibrant word
the word of LIFE
escapes the flame with juice
that will not burn


green vines coiling
climbing home to sun
back and forth warm in
warming in a loom
each year’s warp and weft
from Earth to Sun
life and death to
life again


sourreill
souereille
chrosmosis
suba andeli
suba andelier
carambe
cimtefuge
choisisse
cloistiemme
cosmet
some like it hot
qu’elque chaud
transistence seared


a pocket of rain
slow rain fizz
rain leopard
a steady diet of lightning, of rain
a tropical rain
subtropical jades


Ela
ulu
alatamaha
160 degrees
rhythm of days
porphyry
psoisaed
soie de vivre
joie de vivre
joie du livres
pensante vivres
enjoie enjoie
gaiture
the silk of living


the cricket tree
thicket
the heart marked on the tree
the tree grew thick around it
we can hear the stars in the crickets
the crickets in the stars


I’m floating on waves of summer
it’s still summer here
Nature’s beauty doesn’t sleep


deep night womb
the star loom
nightweaving dreams of seeded fruit
honey clouded with pollen


some lost gazebo at night
where no one sees
we walk through the clearing
a circle of silver barked trees
a circle of willows sings

 

©9/8/01

Amy Jackson

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exit scene


he shouts at her when she slams the door
he opens the door and shouts at her
all the way down the stairs
when she reaches the street
he goes back inside
opens the window
screams at her from there
she touches each car on her way
setting off each car alarm
waking up the neighbors
but she can no longer hear
him scream


©9/8/01
Amy Jackson

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Goes Without Saying

 

it goes without saying
oh i’m not saying but you know
you know what i’m saying


it goes without saying
but i’m sayin it anyway
it had to be said
it had to be done
i see your dream and raise you four


you’re not listening to me
did i say something?
were you saying something
were you listening to me just then?
you’re not listening to me
not listening to me again
was i saying
something?
what was that sound?


scraping the skyline
death knell rhapsody it was an elegy
breathed out the sky
elapsed out the street
sleepin at the bus stop
no shelter shelter house
it’s freezing out here waiting
you got to walk it walk it across
the blade cuts the street circular
saw diamond saws
shaving rocks smooth as butter marble
jackhammer shakes it up
i want me a chainsaw instead of a baby
although your babies couldn’t be any sweeter
sleep babies sleep
dream feet
cut me up some concrete
concrete smash it up


withstand waterside
lockside gunshop
doorstop truckstop
lock-knee lock-step
projects boxes
you make us all live in boxes
right angle vision lack of vision
your response to gravity is control
sparity


i’m itchin the scratch i’m scratchin it off
what do i win?
i don’t need nothin
i’ve got what i need
i’m one of the lucky ones for now
i like those magic numbers
magic numbers underneath


spinning em spinning dusting silver circles
mysteries underneath
mignonette shambles
all he’s got he’s carrying in his overalls
on his back
in two exploding garbage bags
his sorrow dog follows
loyal droop-eared shadow
where did they sleep last night?
where did they used to live alone?


Bubba Chernobyl
Bechtel ghosts
what your Daddy’s not sayin
what won’t be known won’t stick
White Bluff District
it was the mob that killed her
now that mob’s gone and we’ve new others
kill you in a heartbeat and Godfather’s made millions
millions Sopranos
you are what you glorify wild west mantras


picture the overpass rusting slow underneath you
here come those kids we better run
i’m done
some of those kids gone crazy on us now
and the money goes to lock em up
not to save them not to save them


i’ve been to despair
i have a summer home there
but i can’t afford to go


cumplea danos
ghetto stiletto
Blood Assurance
he sells some plasma for the cash
it’s shock
i can’t talk
TV Babelon
jump start this evolution
with a nightmare with a seed
go deep go long evolve already
lose the myth play with myth
litter tribe
Patchwork Amazon
Oregon apportioned
Apportioned Illinois
Trees Real Estate School
Liberty School
we just got the one civics course
did that teach us what we need to know?


be a nurse
write your congressman
tell em what for
what you think
do you think about it?
how the questions rise
tell em what you think
tell em why


Malcolm on one side and Martin on the other
portraits i gaze at
their eyes in the church
gone not gone gone not gone not gone
people like that don’t die
i won’t let them take them from me
you can’t kill fires that bright
it would be Jefferson Street
it would be Charlotte
it would be MLK, Jr. Boulevard
irony seems to have no end
irony becomes surreal


when the facts become irrelevant
my facts against your facts
you’re spinnin it, man
it’s a game to you right?
White Bluff District
White Bluff District


if you don’t like the game
get out of the box
hit ‘em on the head
with the facts again
does it ever sink in?


it goes without saying
oh i’m not saying but you know
you know what i’m saying


it goes without saying
but i’m sayin it anyway
it had to be said
it had to be done


i see your fire and raise you one
you’re not listening to me
did i say something?
were you saying something?
were you listening to me just then?
you’re not listening to me
not listening to me again
was i saying
something?


tomorrow is now
you’re sitting in it


i see your hunger and raise you three
what was that sound?


©9/8/01
Amy Jackson

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Reves


I slept so well i’m still there
dream rifts
dream twister
rift reves
jittering up
drumming up
vicarious sleep
voluminous sleep
time slipping, dripping
Volusia


shipless telegraph masts
wires without sails
i want to see those old ships
rocking against the dock
ghost ships i’ll never see
except in movies
mysteries missing
paintings of the great ships in flight
silver stll photographs


those sharks are mad as hell
and they’re goin further in
they’re out of their regular food


what is the code?
peace to the walrus
unlock the dream


i gave the lemon to the alligator
but he passed me right by
we filled the room with water
and the dogs played with me in there
my Jack Russell jumped up to the telephone wire
laughing at what he could do
til the schnauser came and he jumped down


the fish and ships in the bay
each reflected in the sky
swirling star patterns traces
it was a dream you said
now we can see all the fish up there
so many left so many

©9/8/01

Amy Jackson

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Road Song

 

watch out baby here i come
this lil bit gonna sing you some
i can’t do much but i sure have fun
i’m on a slow track
but i’d rather take my time
i need to get over baby
gimme sum room
my signal’s on

i’m looking for thirty-first at Orleans and Murphy
Okahumpke, FL
Tishomingo
Sweet Lips 32 miles
Cuba 1378 miles
Saltillo
speeding past Shiloh
Lemonade for the Lord
Dainty Flour

the blind man promises ice cream
mixing up the stars in a crucible
crushing the stars in a crucible
the helium man crushing them up
the good humor man
“31 flavors”, he said
“31 sounds”

sheriff westphalia
the sucking rush
whatcha lookin at Bobo
sweet cakes
you see my surface that’s all
Loxcreen Extrusions

Brother Pig Meat Company
that pig’s in a tuxedo!
Luther Kimbro
Georgia goes Adobe
Adobe Lillian

antecarlo
erratica
voluth
Eden Avenue
Tioga
Norandex
DUE 050
Momma Stew
Guayaki
Stammer Place
Manitex
ABC Mobile Brake
Wehby
Leggett Platt
textile
circle delivery inc
Sitex
Historic French Lick
Avery Trace

laughing so hard it shakes the car
kissing the roof of all the yellow lights
Sewanee

CCC009
Obelisk
signage
husky
Mexicos
Sienna
Kumar
Seoul Shik Poom
Daifuku
G Din
Clinard
Caution children
Nitrogen blanket
Galindo
Little Sugar Creek
Fruitland
Newt Blackwell
Papineau
Escambia
Dub Herring
Diamond
Goshen
Ground Chuck
Miracle Whip
felts
gale

you got a smile on your face this morning
she sure does
made my day made my day
filling those hot buffet pans
i put a smile on his face

Moon Winks three step
George Stevens
Tiger Rose aseat
Dyola
from the engine’s moans
the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
Casey Jones Adventure Golf
smokehouse laughter
Roehl Roehl
New Ulsu

screeching past the cat
the cat said moderochre

El Paso parasol
line of sight
ELF 939
this could be St. Louis could be Kentucky
Missouri
South Carolina could be France rolling the same latitudes
could be the same green fields curving
Devon curves green
volatile astronaut
Zorah Terre Haute

AAH 5877

tismet
trism
houseboat
passing shadows

mercy plains
dolmas
an RV named Integrity
seule oblique
oublie oubliet

we’re diggin the V-6
Memphis twice in a week
she used to make road trips
from Georgia on Tuesdays
she needed that fix of blues so bad
sleepin in his Chevy by the side of some road
sleepin it off
she’s gone now
ditto

sleepy streets of Memphis
they’re walkin smooth and slow
got us a smoothie
walkin it slow
that’s Mary J. on the radio
Art Blakey on the wall
Stevie Ray and
Albert King on the stereo
that Memphis blue light just got him another
another black man’s day just got worse
the birth of the blues is every day
some kinda soul libation

i found my sun, i’m blazing out
now it’s time to rest, i’m trying to breathe it down
put the car in the shed for now
let that engine cool


©9/8/01
Amy Jackson

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deslumbraje esquivel (glaring cover-up)


dice que es un nombre un lugar
dicen muy amable muy amable
lo menos que puedo hacer
es nada y es mucho
en este nuevo mundo
somos estranjeros aqui
extranos de nuestros arboles
colores de nacimiento
aqui los colores son lejos
una sonrisa una infleccion de amistad
es todo es todo aqui
como fluyes en tu idioma
como fluyo en mio
reimos en los otros, las palabras nuevas
como ninos reimos esta bien

toca la sangre de mi vida
tambien el resuelto de mis manos
mis manos soplando la tierra por razones
con mentiras en el aire por cuantos anos
no importa entre nosotros
sabemos que la vida renace renace
la sangre no es una mentira
habla de angeles en el aire tambien
pulso en el ritmo de toda la tierra
tatua el aire
pruebalo
no pueden matar no pueden matar

they say that it's a name, a place
they say "very sweet" "very sweet"
the least that i can do
is nothing and it's a lot
in this new world
we're foreigners here
we are missing our trees
colors from birth
here the colors are far away
a smile, an inflection of friendliness
is everything it's everything here
how you flow in your language
the way i flow in mine
we each laugh in the other, the new words
we laugh like children, it's good

touch the blood of my life
and the resolve of my hands
my hands swelling the Earth for reasons
with lies in the air for how many years
it doesn't matter between us
we know that life is reborn reborn
blood isn't a lie
it speaks of angels in the air
it pulses in the rhythm of all of the Earth
it tattoos the air
taste it
they cannot kill they cannot kill (it)

 

©9/10/01
Amy Jackson

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A Greater Strength

 

how can it be that so many were lost in so many seconds?
i expect all the buildings to fall down now
it no longer makes sense that they are standing

how incomprehensible the loss ...
how immovable our mutual shock ...
how many fell to death before our eyes?
it’s as if all of us were bombed at the same time
we have all become the walking wounded

all i could think to do was to email our leaders
ones who officially represent me
and ones i thought might listen
i appealed for them to reach deep
down within themselves
encourage others to do the same
to reach for a greater strength
a strength greater than death and terror
for violence begets violence begets violence

i encouraged them to call all faiths together now
for an unprecedented sharing of the belief in good
the ultimate multi-faith, the ultimate one God
yesterday i found out in Islam suicide is a sin
all faiths have an aspect of God which is peace and love
our country is not only Christian

i encouraged them to speak out against
treating any of Arabic descent or Islamic faith
or anyone who appears to be either
any differently from anyone else
for the perpetrators were few
and the good are many
many of us now together
as we have never been before

i encouraged them to seek to resolve the roots of terror
for what causes the disconnect from love and peace
in the face of economic and social injustice
to seek the longer term solution
the strength of peace and love
of calm and measured, focused reason
to question what strength truly is
as they struggle to respond

and all those words became fragile birds
fragile buildings, fragile bones
fragile as the hope i held on to
sending them through fragile wires

i have seen the sequences over and over
even when my eyes are closed trying to sleep
and i never expect the billowing black
smoke from the first tower
or one of the five sides of the Pentagon to collapse
or the names and ages and faces and occupations ...
that perfect plane keeps exploding
and before it hits somehow it stays perfect in my mind
i am aware of all those people alive inside
they are still alive every time
they are not dead
they are still struggling to get out
to help each other out
when the towers collapse
first one, then the other
they keep running
it keeps falling, they keep falling
all those firemen and policemen
keep running in to save them
over and over
right before it falls on top of them
over and over in my mind
no matter how many times it flashes before me
i am never prepared, i am still surprised
every time the same deep and horrible wounds
inside me, inside my eyes

all of it is real to me, not a movie, not surreal
yet for the first time in my life it is an experience
that i can see is real
yet will never
fully comprehend

i don't believe it is possible
to fully comprehend
every morning i wake up and it is real
and still
it cannot
have happened

i no longer understand why other buildings still stand
how it is possible that i am still breathing
how it is still a beautiful summer full of green trees
how there are still flowers
why these birds know nothing of war

why is it not frigid cold winter and night still?
why does the sun still shine its creamy light?
filling my eyes with a new day

why today’s clouds were perfect art in the sky ...

there are no answers
in anyone’s eyes
we do all we can for each other right now
we will never be the same
we are not broken

there are still many blessings in the world
i remind myself
but do not yet again
feel them

all we have for sure
is to fulfill our concept
of the best of humanity
with every fibre of our beings
with every moment of our lives
we are not broken
we now have each other
as we never have before

don't forget to hold on
to a greater strength
through love and peace

do not let it slip
back
into a separate apathy
into walls of fear

we are not broken
if we remain together
as we are now

9/13/01
Amy Jackson

click here to see a photo of the World Trade Center by Kathy Hearne

 

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