Thursday, May 31, 2007

Poems

Well I breathed it
and now it sits dead on the table
in its coarse black on white,
the absence of colors.

It's dead
along with all its kin
breathed out over the weeks
then left to freeze into skeletons
on that table.

I'll crush them into books.
They have been freeze dried
and don't need preservative.
I'll pack them onto mortuary shelves.

Monday, May 28, 2007

The Window Makes A Silent Movie Out Of Everything

When I watch them
through the plate glass
I forget how gritty the road gets.
The man and the woman dressed in black
follow one another like silent birds.

They light for an instant
at the center strip to catch a breath
big wheels extensions of their torsoes,
then swoop across the roadway,

coming to a gentle perch
at the Robins Doughnuts parking lot.
They convene without words,
embrace,turning to the blank shop window,
then whisk off into the concrete sky.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

Popular Girl

Under a sky
packed with skateboarder birds
she dances
trying out her body.

If she toys with it
and learns
she can be
a movement saint,

and I know she'll belch
"I luv dat shit"
at home,
away from the admiring eyes.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Disappearing Boy

Life comes as a weed,
clogging my garden,
swelling a gnarl of error

and soon I am wrong,
distorted with angles
and knots that can no longer be sorted.

Innocent irresistible boy,
I can charm
the spit from the snake.

When I get untangled
I am still who I once was,
not what I've become.

Monday, May 14, 2007

More Than Passing Interest

I want to hear
about you.
What is it that
creates your dawn?
What drives
you into evening?
Where do you go
as you travel,
and how do you bring
your face back
when you arrive?

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Big Woman in Long skirt

Moved to the table
and he followed, looking old, shrunken.
She sat and he stood apparently bowed
until he joined her.
To sit it seemed, with a person of higher rank
made him shy.

Then he regained his glasses from his pocket
and a spirit entered his face as they began to talk.
I could see the humor
relax in his eyes.

He must have been her father.

Monday, May 07, 2007

Bird Calls in Spring

When the birds come back
just following their
beady little hearts
they fly in laughter,
deep in the breezes.

The geese, with their
grandeur and their order
cry out Yee-hah Yee-hah
--a blind wild abandon--
each answering the enthusiasm
of the others.

The gulls say yipee, stretch
their elbowy wings and wriggle their hips,
dancing and gripping the thigh of the air.
The smaller birds, buried in the trees
pee pee with joy. Seriousness is life,
and joy is serious.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

The World Opening Ritual

We attend
the reverse funeral on Wednesday.
It's all so clean in the reverence of white.

The tiny secret gates to the world
are opened once again

and the confusion
of the earth bumps up by one.
We suck up our mourning

as new-eyes-and-mouth
enters crying.

Friday, May 04, 2007

On Becoming Grandpa

When the child is born
the world will contain
another small piece of confusion.
And I'm a little afraid.
It's dark out there in the future.
The days are delicate, in balance
by sheer luck.

Who will the child be,
this new visitor? I won't be
too shy to meet a new face
but I may be too uncertain
to take the offered hand.
I will not really be here for long,
I might say. Nice to meet you
as I pass by.

We will spend time
in laughter and the fright will
probably pass as most shyness does.
It's the time of preparation
that hurts the most.