Wednesday, December 06, 2017

Funeral Plans


I was
sitting on the bench
outside the library
waiting for a cab
and breathing shallow.
She died. She died.
I still see her
asking for more
creamer in her coffee,
never satisfied.
Then God told me to relax
God told me to relax!
I didn't need to
say goodbye. She
wouldn't listen anyway.
But God told me:
relax.

Monday, December 04, 2017

Cattish



When she stands
on the small table
behind the door and spots me,
what she says is brief,
with a small
purr in the sound
I can't duplicate.
I hear a declaration
in her greeting.
When she calls me
from the hallway
in the middle of the night.
The sound has an origin
in it. A wanting.
Without nouns,
only a song.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

World Shaking Autumn: A Photoshow

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jz7jgSeeLu0

Wednesday


It's a strange twilight,
hanging over the middle of the day,
stealing the power of my eyes
to make things real.
The inverted shadows
hollow what is solid.
The skeletons of things
break at the spine.
You are gone.
You took yourself
away. If you return
it will be with thorns.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Styles of Meeting Adversity


That's it.
Reached the wall
and I will be
no bigger. The
innards are no further
stretchable. I
cry out
when I try to
reach beyond,
a body
bound in flesh
and years
with its
moat of tears.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

The Big Dead Truck


I am a data guy.
I think
like a truck,
best left alone
in a small room
with a pile of
paper in front of me.
Life is much
too complex for
my little heart.
Death scares me away. Anything
of consequence is reserved
for the parents,
none of whom
shields me.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Publication

My poem, "My Visionary Neighborhood"
has been accepted for publication in the Winter edition of "Light Journal" to be published in December.

Three Poems Sprung from The Same Dream


1. Sanity

I sat all day
carving away
at a dream
breaking it
into this world,
but carefully.
One stroke too many
will kill it.


2. Photography

If only I could
find my camera
when we have
the perfect light
to frame you,
while the miracle
surrounds your face.
I don't have the tool
to stop time.

The neighbors
smile as I suffer,
enjoy replacing
defeated heros,
show no mercy.


3. My Visionary Neighborhood

To be honest,
I do not trust
the neighbors.
with their upstanding
Boschian faces.

The streets
are filled with
bird beaks and
dunce caps
and fire.

Friday, November 10, 2017

November


The night is difficult
living, as I do,
with endings.

Day is a
coincidence of
position toward the light.

The truth is
night
The daytime

lets me dream.
I like the false,
and lies are a refuge.