Tuesday, December 29, 2009

The First Inkling of Need

The gesture
is what amuses us
as it says
I am playing
I am not in time out
I have
not yet quit.

Watching the well washed
little boys in the table near the door
I see how they practice
gestures making sure for each other
they are vivid,
saying, I am playing

play with me.
Some day we will
be real members and this will count.

Don't leave me.

Thursday, December 24, 2009


Now that I can't decide
how I should lay
and ache everywhere
from friction against the world.

Though I usually sleep ok,
even while
riven with hungers,
with seventy years of practice,

I say, "Bodies are a pain in the ass.
We should get rid of them
all be cyber people.
And we will be rid of them soon enough."


Monday, December 21, 2009

Thankfulness Prayer

Thank You God for giving us
a brain with two hearts
and for our bicuspid day:

darkness dimming logic
nourishing mystery
out of which we love You,

and light to nourish vision,
diminish You, making us temporarily

Sunday, December 20, 2009

In Siona's House

My love
lies beside me

on the bed
and poetry

is sleeping.
We lay

inches from the snow
in an invincible Spring

cleared of the kinks
that lonelinesses make.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Somewhere Else

Watch a murder
mystery when it's 30 below
in the night. Nobody calls.

It could be the end of the world
when the bubble of life
shrinks to one room.

Season's Greetings

I hope you get a little
Christmas spirit you say

but I get Chanukah spirit
Chanukah spirit as I slink

in the cold shadows
of colored lights,

spirit of rebellion
and war.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Post Apocalypse in Polo Park*

The end of the world
comes with a grumble
and small fires
licking at the trees;

but the people die
at the hands of one another.
The cold comes from
failure of mercy,
not the winter.

That's why the bus trip home
is magnified. Those icey
lights which subtract the color
and the deep Winter panic
of the Winnipeg cold.

I'm a deeply lonely man
so I just understand.
I want the voice
of a friend in the night.


*response to the movie, "The Road"

Sunday, December 06, 2009

Why There Are Shrouds

Cerements cover
the ways we have the most fun

and usually in the dark.
We know like dogs

who curl around their tails
to sleep, that deepest fun

a path to disgrace,
should never be witnessed.

Saturday, December 05, 2009


When Charles Darwin
is doing his thing
the world is gears
clothed in brass with
leather seats
handles of ivory and wood.

Survival is the final
and fierce machine
of judgment. And we all
stand in the light of mechanics
and count our virtues
with a one, two, three.
If we need help
in testing our regeneracy
there are plenty of
carnival performers with tests

For a penny you know
how you stack up. You enter
the great competiton-of-life
dance and get your rank, then
turn rank into index
and carry the evolution
quotient in your heart.



The First Swim

I afloat
awake in the sea
in the sea,

attend my bare table
arranged in a room
meager in it's rubble

records of
passed pasts
tack on the walls,

Well before dawn
watch the strange birth of
strangers' days.

Thursday, December 03, 2009

My Abraham Dream

Yes. I have troubles again.
The pain is
an old friend.

My alien retirement
is reversed, travel now

in the name of love
and place, bust
whatever is familiar,

the moorings that
calmed me. My heart