Friday, December 29, 2006

Susanne Takes Me Down

She takes me on a long journey
unwinding the exotic roots of familiar things.
She confounds me by melting thin disguises on familar faces.

I know her house has many rooms
but when I enter
chambers fold inside of vaults.

She holds my hand in and out of speech corridors,
plunging through the magnetic membrane of a water drop,
and boundries of a song.

(bow to Leonard Cohen)

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Cascades of Neurons

The poem was originally called "Epiphany"
but then I realized that the epiphany
came from watching our much viewed
DVD of the Simon and Garfunkel concert.

I felt that I knew what we do.
We process data until peak levels are met,
drive over the limit so that water comes out.
It's either cum or tears.

Simon and Garfunkel Old Friends Concert

His mind
eats the content
of the world
that grinds into fuel

that stokes his fires,
building heat
until the walls
that keep him calm
are breached.

Once again he
feels the tears
burst out of their
reservior and he relives
the sea.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Friendship: A Tell-Me-It's-Not-So Microdrama

He: You are right
I'm not important
and those who
do count never heard of me.

She: Well it took you long enough.
So you may stay if you like.

She: (turning away)
I don't care if you stay or not.

She: (turning away more)
But just keep quiet.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Coverage

The pictures
taken from a nearby hill
show the people in the camps
gathered at the edge of the light

with their backs to the twinkling campfires
murmering, a thousand hushes
away from the living and waiting,
in awe of the encroaching wave
of immersion with the stars,

as if they were watching an odd
accident; but it was only
the shadow of the Earth from which
they could not turn.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Kaddosh Kaddosh Kaddosh

When I say the phrase
I strain my neck,
stand on my toes.

There is something I want
up there among the words
a boy reaching

for a kadosh cookie
on a high shelf.

Monday, December 11, 2006

A Sunless Day

I know I won't
find my way home,
even if I could
locate the street.

The snow makes it quiet
and the ice fog
creates a blur,
pathway to dreams
that slows my heart.

I breathe responsibly,
in and out, nearly
drowsy with peace,
peace of the ganzfeld,
calm before a storm.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

The Immigrant

The immigrant finishes a long journey
and slides from the exit tube
into a new world of strangers.

The spaceship turns into a woman
and the bright lights
hurt his eyes.

The only faces
he has ever seen
surround him in the cold.

He wants to sleep for many days
to relieve the fatigue
of travel and they let him.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Another Thing I Say to My Wife

When she says to me
that's really stupid, I answer,
at least it's steeuwpid not
stoopid.

Then she asks what's the difference,
and I say,
"Steeuwpid people
come from better families."

Monday, December 04, 2006

Sensible Guy

I have the answers to these questions.
I know the answers as facts.

I mean with all my perversity
I am a sensible guy and
I live in the world.

But I'm not happy with the answers.
I wish they were not so.
And I wonder anyway.

Roses in Autumn

The living room
looks just like a stage.
she lays on the couch and I sit
starched on the chair
waiting for the curtain to rise.

Stuffed furniture and
the wood, the old
glass topped coffee table
seem ok from the distance,
like emblems.

But seeing them up close
as they are, they look
as worn as
roses in Autumn.

An Audio Version:
http://members.shaw.ca/enthalpypress/rosesautmn.MP3

Friday, December 01, 2006

Love and Heroism

Ya gotta be
a football hero
to be in love
with a beautiful girl...
---old popular song





When superman does his
derring do and all the women
fall at his feet, it looks like
a love swoon but what is it?
Do women swoon into love?

When I was a teenager
I asked a classmate who
was getting married and saying goodbye to us
neutral friends of her youth,
was he hard? And she said no.

I am cast adrift in wondering.
I haven't forgotten how to wonder
and I wonder now at the same
questions I wondered at when I was young.
Now that I am not lonely,
I am basking in love,
how could I have found it without
being a hero?