Friday, June 29, 2007

Alien Thoughts of an Earthly Creature

I spewed
my stomach all over the bushes
locked to the foreign edges.
Now it is all me,
smelling like my signature insides smell.

I wait for the jots of sweet sweet...
to entrap itself in me,
then the pick, the part with mouth and eye
will nail it and wrap it in spit.
I digest slowly.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Shyness Coming of Age

When I sit here, look into your eyes and see
only the darkest mystery,
why can't I assume that you are just like me?

After a lifetime moving about in a forest
of things I thought we have in common,
I'm still astonished how we pass each other in peace,

that you are civilized. I wonder even as I am preparing
for the long, private time when I
own everything.

Monday, June 25, 2007

After If I Loved You

If I could betray you
life would make sense.

I could spend my days
empty in all the places

where things can fill them
with frightened titters

and come home
scared and fresh to a cold bed.

I would be off to the far vacuums
if I could betray you.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Workshopper at Lunch

She wears a yellow t-shirt
just like the rest of the group,
watched by a guardian
with an I'm-the-serious-one-around-here look.

She is laughing too much at peek-a-boo games;
but when she stops, mouth loses its smile,
lips slightly part and eyes narrow
it brings out the woman.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

The Binding of Rosie

She is about to leave
with a little victory smirk
on her face
and I say "Rosie."

She turns as i ask her,
"Have you wrested
any concessions like this
from anyone else?"

She shakes her head
as the smile vanishes
and I tell her "Well,
I think that binds us."

In the Vicinity of a Magical Princess

What scares me about the magic princess
is that I can upset her with
careless words,

like in a Grimms fairy tale
where one accidental word can change a world
so delicately balanced on the edge of a knife.

In the bleakness of that kindom, everything
is a search for words, magic words to still the air,
magic words to release fortune.

Monday, June 11, 2007

On Golden Pond

She clings to
the wool of his sweater,
grasping to prevent him from

falling away. She hangs on to
the familiarity of his breast
rising in breath,

the beat of his heart.
It wasn't time
for him to leave.

Why do I cry only in movies
when there is so little kindness
and such a need for tears?

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Commercial for Viagra

Pleasure lost
or pleasure promised,
that's what I miss,
poetic enthusiasm.

What happened to the promises
after the big magnetic eraser
cleaned out the core of my days?

Oh there used to be promises
that cooled and turned into dreams,
privatized into the same silence
as dying. Says the TV:

It is pleasure lost
or pleasure promised
that pumps upthe poetic enthusiasm.

"Viagra bonzo vazoo!" says one elder
seated on a bench in the park in Spring. That does it.
"Bally badoola?" replies the other, incredulous
but eyes alight. They leap at each other

in the womb of their talk.
Animated money
dances around smiling broadly
as the screen goes dark.

Saturday, June 09, 2007

A Career of Burglarproof Doors

It's been over a year
since I closed the grey steel
burglarproof doors,
felt the magnetic eraser

zap away memories of what I did
that every day
drove me further from
kind voices and good deeds.

And I left the building
without grace. Now, the judges
are all on the other side of the wall,
among the forgotten.