Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Women's Liberation

You may not believe it
but I can remember a time
before their names began
to make me shiver
that we sat at the table and laughed,
when our looks were unconditional
and there were no bargains.
We planned outings in the sun
and games
and we could dream of each other.

Cold Writing

The message in the bacterium
was written almost
at the beginning of time.
The bacterium is language.

It moves through passageways
in the words that constitute an ant,
supplanting ant words with phrases of itself.
It manufactures urges,

The bacterium rephrases
the paragraphs of the ant
into a perverse instruction to climb
a rock and call
a bird with its sweet body.

Inside the energetic belly of a bird
the bacterium copies itself.

Friday, November 24, 2006

A Time for Everything

The confession
is solemn as a funeral,
when I feel the spirits rolling.
Yet here, we have those gigglies
boys who find everything
distant and funny.
Not even the spirits rolling
will keep them quiet.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Moses' Dream

My dream reveals itself
in the same style
as the bible. The kink
in my mind even gives it
a kind of sheen, like a tableau.

In the deepest days of Autumn
I wander the streets bereft
after my car and all its contents disappear,
after I return
from a long conversation with friends,
too long parked
at a stop sign.

In one version,
according to my dream,
I'm even without a coat.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

A Self Interpreting Dream

Once again I am
exposed in my dream.
I feel
the cool air at
the hem of my nightshirt skirt,
and I think,
girls are the ones who reveal.
Boys always cover up
because no one cares.

Performance Pieces

I'm playing around with music. Samples here:


Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Human Immunity

Inappropriate wishes,
the minute mind tumor
will never escape
into the blood,

locked as it is
behind layers
of closed eyes
and night,

timed rituals,
and magic words.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Biology of Voice

The voice is a warm inland sea
palate and tongue,
the soft passing of breath
undulating on the beach.

Wherever there are voices
there is flesh, singing body songs.
Wherever there is flesh there is love.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

The Architect of Heaven

The guy who designed heaven
is from the same firm that
built the Grand Hotel in Acapulco
and the Ritz in Saint-Tropez.

Death is the only way
I could afford to sit
and have my julip on the beach.
It may be a long stay with unlimited credit,

but, I've always imagined a cheap heaven
where I cook my own breakfast and
can have large slices of bread, cheese,
eggs at least once a day,
and liberty.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

New Infancy

I wake on my back
when the television show ends
and wail as if I were just born
for a moment,
until memories rush back.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Franz Kafka Goes Shopping

A sharp dressed
woman with a real job,
pointy black shoes, half
my age and scarey moves nearby.

What am I?
Where am I going?
They will suspect me.
Why did I come in here?

I don't even know how
they expect me to use them.
They will turn
their cameras on me.

So I'll be poor and clumsy.
And whatever I buy,
won't be enough.