Saturday, May 31, 2008

Habits of Courtship

I watched the woman
at the opposite table
two years ago
while we sat together at Zellers.

She knew
if she let her mouth slacken
she would change
to a ten year old girl,

learned how to grow up,
keeping her lips tight
and closing them
right after she spoke.

You were going
but you hadn't gone yet.
There was no wonder
we had found each other.
We shared as much
history as love.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

First Lines of an Unwritten Novel

So I'm finally
a free man he says with a sigh
as the circumstances cool.

It's a suffered-enough freedom.
Unlike the convict whose sentence has been served,
I get to enjoy the outrage.

Saturday, May 24, 2008


You are unbiased, right?
I suppose you have to be
in a virtual world in a virtual life
where only butts get big
you can silently chortle
enjoying the passing unreal scene.

But I need bias
fairness is so unsatisfying
as I sit here with power
in my fingers.
It makes me droop and want
to destroy everything

Friday, May 23, 2008

The Stroller Cadillac

Across the top of the sill
drifts a wooden parade of
rococco minaretes and spires
brilliant flags and banners
draped with bald creature dolls,
wild eyed monkey faces,
followed by proud
matronly captain standing
apparently on the poop.
And I know that somewhere
buried in bright blankets,
deep below
is a small child.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Kathleen Turner

She is always
wide awake, a spring
of laughter all coiled up
occasionally sprung,
meek in those
sweet girly clothes
that mask her competence,
wanting nothing from you
but to be reliable and true.

She hates factory made men
who never encounter,
can tell at a glance
and never replies,
wants a hero
who won't run.

She doesn't need to be rescued,
is round and sound,
human in full, wanting
from you only
unaffected speech.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

A Mr. Holland Rant

Love explosion dreams have to
come at the end of something,
retirement or moving away
or death. Attending the funeral
of whatever it is that is dying,
the great fountain of love,
fills the hall, forgotten faces
who all remember, my own
fraction of fame.

I dream of love explosions
like everyone does
but love always fails.
Maybe it goes one way, unrequited,
or the flesh of love is weak,
and time eats away at the actors.
Maybe there just wasn't
that much to begin with.
When I wake up, nobody comes
to the party that I have ended up
planning myself.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Twelve Monkeys

The truth
comes in on a diagonal
slipping through the
laid out houses, not
down the streets, but
odd angles like the geese
which cross the lines
plotted in the land.

Don't look
down well-lit
pathways for the truth.
Doors to things
strange but real can be
hidden inside a concrete wall
or through a crack in a sewer stone.
Guides who take you away
to the truth may be the ones
who beg for quarters
and have smelly breath

Monday, May 12, 2008

Sensory Overload

Every day
they make the music louder.
I go there
and they show movies that cover the walls.
You are farther from me.
My mind is muddled in the power of the sound.
I lose my memory of who I am
and soon you will melt.
I stand in confusion.
You'll be a puddle.
They call it awe.

Every day
I go there
and you are farther from me.
Soon you will melt away
and become a puddle.

They make the music louder
and show movies that cover the walls.
My mind is muddled by the power of the sound.
I lose my memory of who I am.
I stand in confusion.
And they call it awe.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Three AM

When time is short
and days fluff by
like dander on the wind,

when sleep eludes me
just as I should be dreaming,
when the world is stripped

into data streams
broadcast out of a distance,
my dreams merge with the voices.

Before the dawn,
I dream my
open-eyed dreams.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Where Is the Center?

The pathogen rises
in its morning,
has a meal of
carbon rendering and
changes. Modifies
some DNA. Feels good.

Pathogen and mate
converse alien-fashion
about an earth beyond
what we can understand
(but still the earth).

As their meals
make themselves relevant
the pathogens flip
through information tunnels
and say their daily prayers.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Religious Civil Law

I pray for health
and that offends
the god of the parasite.

I want to kill the plagues.
But the grasshoppers also
have a god.

We are told we have
dominion over the earth
but other gods disagree.

We are told there is only One
and that is the one only for us.
Our chaos is our God's chaos.

But the god of chaos
has other plans
and advocates for our enemies.

In the great civil law suit of the universe,
does our God defend us
or do we defend our God?

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Personal Mythology of Birth

When they come
they travel light,
acquire fresh flesh
when they arrive.

They come according to
a pact with their carrier,
materials of immediate
survival packed in with them.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Hannah's First Solid Food

Until now, the angel nourished herself
purely on what she carried in the
insulated kit that bore her here,
only encased in sterile glass or
suckled directly from the source
like a celestial fountain.

But today,
one-hundred-and-eighty days
from her deliverence,
she suffered to taste
terrestrial fruit. The
aches of the world
entered her body over
her eager tongue.

Now she is
fully mortal.