The 365 Project

outside now

we are all seated

around a large

round piano

we each have

the notes

that are ours

we begin

playing each after

the other and

it is strange

beautiful music

before it

begins to rain

out of the night endlessly

twisting i lay dreaming

the piano

fills with water

soon goldfish

appear flickering

in the dark

water born

from the music

jay closes

the lid and folds

everything up

until it’s gone

water fish and all

before it

stops raining

out of the night endlessly

twisting i lay dreaming

bhagiti 10.3.07 perrysburg, oh

my barn is full of stars

pitched up high with

blankets of blue and

green glowing strange

sequins and when it’s

cold i see my breath

and in the breath-dust

are spelled out the words

i can’t seem to say

letters spill out like

a vaporized soup backlit

by the barn-glow that

the neighbors know

isn’t quite right but

later at night i return

to the blue blankets awash

in the radiance of my

celestial secrets each

within five points of right

removed from their seas

of night there with me

burning into me dreams

of olden days and days

yet still to be seen

the light is bright and i have

lost sight of all that isn’t

night and the pretend joy

of all i ever wanted to be

and see is there forever

shielded by universal dreams

never meant to be or be seen

by the likes of me and here

everything is everything

seen and unseen

bhagiti 10.2.07 perrysburg, oh

hey now

stop cowering under

barley rows and hiding

in the rye

no escaping into wheat

and corn

leave that for the birds

the mind’s

pastures harvested

soon will sleep for the

moon will too

plump again for the last

time and

leave you to the birds

as the husks dry

the worm reminds

that fruit is sweetest

before it dies

as kids

my brother and i

ran barefoot through the

corn

unafraid of what the crow had

known and

left us to the birds

hey now

stop cowering under

barley rows and hiding

in the rye

no escaping into wheat

and corn

leave that for the birds

as the husks dry

the worm reminds

that fruit is sweetest

before it dies

bhagiti 10.1.07 perrysburg, oh

got to get this all together and

reconcile the pines with the silver

the damp with the wet and the

sand with the secrets of the soul

in a st. vitus dance like a bonfire

taunting all the ghosts of the forest

while the flames flicker and the

stars shimmer before turning away

what way what way

what penelope would wait

and for how long

the birds at the window ruffle their

sad feathers waiting for seeds

to grow more flittering bellies to

rule the trees and windowsills

the compass won’t stop spinning

nothing looks the same anymore

the moon never stops laughing and

paper boats will only get you so far

what way what way

what penelope would wait

and for how long

bhagiti 9.30. 07 perrysburg, oh

i am not one

to take to the road

i listen to the trees

and stare at the

moon wondering

how far is far

it rains in spirals

inside my head the

hissing always in

my ears reminding

me to keep the

windows open

let it in let it out

let it in let it out

as leaves leap

like lovers and fools

and night regains

control over the

glass i will take

it head-on

the fish eagle

cannot swim nor

can the flying fish

fly but we all know

truth is somewhere

in between

let it in let it out

let it in let it out

bhagiti 9.29.07 perrysburg, oh

what’s your favorite anything

does it have to do with

dime turn decisions or the way

telephones make the tormenting

stop

once in a minute i dreamt every

dream i ever had

vivid as life and i drank them in

cool and slow so they wouldn’t

stop

tie a bell around your neck

let everybody know you’re there

let’s erase constellations and make

‘em up new this light

is long dead before we were born

our light soon will sometime

stop

like some crazy lunatic who

would shoot me just

to see me try there has got to

be a better way to make it

stop

tie a bell around your neck

let everybody know you’re there

bhagiti 9.28.07 perrysburg, oh

what dustspeck floating by

teeming with tiny mystery

was your disappearing act

where did everyone go

where did everyone go

your headsup penny was

one of the best stuck full

of wisdom and lucky magic

i know you know I know

i know you know I know

hope hangs like a wish

on a string under daisies

ripe with pollen and tears

listen, i can’t look away

listen, i can’t look away

bhagiti 9.27.07 perrysburg, oh

the tree outside squeaking heavy with tiny hollow-boned birds weightless

brown puffs of seeded white bellies behind them the dusky sky before the

curtain is pulled back illuminating the deception of old gods constellations pinprick white lights waiting for some kid to shoot ‘em out

you know how it goes your petals drop though your feet are deep in the dirt

like daisies pushing up through the rainy day sidewalk in kid’s colored chalk

the lobster sings when he hits the pan he takes it like a man

the cook faces the music as the glass pinches the sand

time is time

make up your mind

time is time

make up your mind

when it gets down to it no matter how many times venus crosses the sky

our eyes refuse to believe she’s anything but a star lost missing her arms

a cool pale violet diamond hung ‘round the neck of a moon she can’t embrace

what a waste all the world’s lovers can’t escape the treason of dreams

in the great lottery we’ve won a prize we all die but we get a little slice

of heavenly pie cut six-point-five billion times all in one bite and you smile

then forever in your stomach it glows to remind you that time won’t bind you

and the three vultures still eye you with delicious suspicions that there is

time is time

make up your mind

time is time

make up your mind

bhagiti 9.26.07 perrysburg, oh

i have bathed in the stream

of consciousness under

the featherbed pillows of

reason and rhyme

the dust under boxcars

makes me sad like how the

purple summer sun sometimes

seems all alone

it all means something

doesn’t it

it’s all nothing

isn’t it

staring back at me like a

religion of photographs

torn from a stranger’s journal

or breastpocket

an alchemist’s crucible

the gloomy vessel of

powdery failed attempts at

dreaming in gold

it all means something

doesn’t it

it’s all nothing

isn’t it

pound grommets into anvils

of soap and birdfeathers

string them with gossamer thread

garments of hope

it all means something

doesn’t it

it’s all nothing

isn’t it

bhagiti 9.25.07 perrysburg, oh

what four questions

would i ask

that i haven’t asked

already

i know the answers

won’t come

it’s ok

the barn doors are

open and

the horses are long

gone they

won’t return again

it’s ok

this must be the place

this must be the place

my slow boat to china

has just come in

what i wouldn’t

give i long

to see japan i

dream of

underwater

seaweed

it’s ok

this must be the place

this must be the place

my slow boat to china

has just come in

bhagiti 9.24.07 perrysburg, oh