Monday, August 31, 2009

Don's First Social Law

The ones who
need you
are the only ones
to count on.

Addiction is
the only real social
magnet. Never rely
on those who come

for them
life could always be
better without you.

Friday, August 28, 2009

To Those of You Who Asked

I use the fantasy
to de-throne you,
break the glass
that covers your face,
discover a glimpse
of wish
in you
that would shame you.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Bus Stop

The most obnoxious
people in the world
take too much space
on the bench when you have
chosen to be alone,
move up to you and
spread their legs
so you have to
scoot over to avoid them,
while you are saying no,
not me, not today.

They come
as close as prayer
to touching you
and hover over you,
make you confess,
make you face
your shameful sense of exclusion,
create doubt.

Then they let their
sorrow, filtered through the
moist sausage of drink
rub itself into your
nostrils and your ears,
doing things
you won't imagine.
They spread themselves
over the street like searchlights.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Like Jack Kerouac

The dream was scenes
moving through themes.

As if each vision were
a word in a sentence.

That night the language
I spoke to myself was color and light.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Quote from the Brochure

(Look at the back of your birth certificate)

"The economy time
transport device
given out free
as a sample with admission
does not have a
reverse gear.
When you want to accelerate
you have to fall asleep.
In the future we plan
to make the full model
available at cost."

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Rapids at Pinawa

There were circles
drawn in the water
with the moving stream
slipping beneath them.

The spoken vernacular
of the stream is simple
but the glared surface
subtle, miraculous hides
a written language.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Taking to the Road Late in Life

You can be
the only one left,
everyone else from
a strange new age could
not give a shit
because you don't make
any difference to them.

You can swallow that
be civil and act relentlessly
on your own behalf,
bring logic to bear.

When near people
pry their way out
in order to be far,
you can feel yourself
dropping like a stone,
trying to remember their
contract with you so you can
remind them. The futile words come
but they will be disputed.

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

La La La

The little songs
that occur to me
as I do my chores
become dream songs
I break them
and contemplate each
measure. They come from
holy memory,
a place of worship.
They are small
angels, locked into
what remains of me
nothing but a string
of old breaths.

Family Tree

When asked
I decline to call
the aging relatives
wrapped in their far away towns

with no words exchanged.
It would be worse than
talking to a stranger
about venetian blinds.

It is now
I say as the moment
vanishes and sweet
visions and tastes replace it.

The encounter would be too large,
the pauses too long
and what could we say
to enliven the history.

Monday, August 03, 2009

Honor Society

I finally remembered the ceremony
while I sang the song
about how I saw you
last night and got that
old feeling: how we
stood in that room
and the heart of solemnity
hovered over us granting
admission into the honorary
fellowship of I and you.
We were to use those words
to address each other
until death stole
the titles from us.