Saturday, November 29, 2008

Consolation Prizes

You choose some things
and some things choose you.
That's what convinces you that
you don't own the universe.

The most wanted thing
remains opaque to you,
then something less dear
opens windows and visions
engage your eyes.

Best Wishes

I wish I were
an immigrant
speaking an elegant language.

Small, primitive, skinny thighs,
tiny bits of consequence,
whispering body
that won't do natural things.

I live not high
among the philosophical towers
and will never leave the valley.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Breech Birth Poem

Open eyes,
the wind
knocks him alert.
All of the novelty
keeps his awe alive,
he is not calm,
while others are.

Birth takes 80 years
of oozing
out of the secret place.
When he mentions God
he means himself.

He is born
and dies at the same time,
born even
while dying.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Jeanne Heather

Slow walking,
planned pat,
life without surprise,

looking fiercely cool
with a voice accustomed
to quietly explaining,

to find her fragile,
opening with a word,
evokes my lion.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

What I Do With Sadness

The thirty-five
instances of tears
repeat like themes
in a symphony by Brahms,

next to me in my room
and rolled up,
buried in the warehouse
below my house.

I press them
into oil.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

More About Poems

All the words
stretch to an obituary

from sigh after sigh
la la, a bird song,
crying about availability
and shaking tail feathers.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Social Instruction

Phase 1.

Talking to me
is no different
than playing with dolls
or imagining pirates
or Peter Pan.

Phase 2.

Now listen!
That arm you
gently curl over your face,
once it enters
my eye
is mine.

Friday, November 07, 2008

November 6

It goes "bunk"
without reverberation
no overtones, pushes
bluntly the dead air
then stops with a
dull numb. No one hears
as the day cuts off.
I close my eyes.

A tournament
of competing charms,
musical chairs as
men and women
circle each other
until the music stops
and those left
close their eyes.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Zero Sum Games: After Seeing Blair Witch

When Martin Gallub went away
we opened his house to see
how he lived as a solitary man.
We know how he nursed
friendships with single women
but couldn't do
as other men would.

The movie shows us
people as they are,
screamers and pishers,
cursors and slime bearers who
joke about their bodies.
They all looked like children to him.

We saw how his bedroom
was filled with magazines
that lined the South side of the bed.
Old unused things
were never thrown away so we could
trace the evolution of his years.
We saw how he lived in the cold.
Piles of sweaters
scrambled over the broken desk.

But paintings and drawings
marched over the walls like
soldiers crammed into troop ships
coming to shore in the war. Words
and pictures embalmed him. But we
don't know what war. We don't know
where they were bound.