Thursday, April 29, 2010

Citizenship of Evil

On arrival
after a long
involuntary journey
I was met
by the wicked
Witch of the West.

I complained about her to my neighbors
among whom was Glenda the Good.
What Glenda told me made me silent.

"The witch," she said
already lives here,
a citizen of the realm.
She worships
an established god who defends her."

Then Glenda took
her sympathetic, far-away pose and whispered,
"You, my poor dear
are just a landless stranger."

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Post Card Earth

Through the eyes of others
I have seen most
of what there is to see.

I only wait
for something fresh and new
through the eyes of others.

I wait with eyes connected to galleries and screens.
From all the distances of the world
everything is earthbound and familiar.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Go Ahead Smile

We ought to
come to terms with
happiness. It may be

a little embarrassing, yes.
But it's
not as bad as many
would make it seem.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

In My Pajamas among the Clouds

Daytime is
being calm and
decent until I die.

The goal of life
is gentility
and realizing how small I am.

My productions fade
and I spend more time
in smiles.

Maybe some day I will have
nothing more about myself
to say.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Who Started the Fights

Well that's the ultimate
question of justice
tried here in a court
with only a jury
and no judge.

There are no witnesses
and I am subpoenaed
to appear against myself.
There are obligatory confessions
to be made and small winces

of self defense to be offered
to unsympathetic neighbors and friends.
This trial will nudge
livability back toward aging,
mattering little what gets said.

Graphite Reaction to a Photo

Critic's Reaction to the Portrait

Too much chin
and not enough forehead
Nelson is not like that.

He talks
but is not
a thick-mouthed sayer

of bad-phaa or yes.
He lets his brows know
how the wind

rushes past this face
as he drops through life
from his heights,crying,

"I can't help it.
I can't help it."

Monday, April 12, 2010

A Spring Evening

Just at the golden time
when I am breathing floral
memories, from her bed
she would ask
when is daddy coming home.

Just when I am
littered with scent,
the air warms
and I am swimming
in tiny bits of the past.

Damn I have lived
a long time. amid
so many tiny scenes.
"I miss you" is a spell
a magician casts.

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

What If I Didn't Have a Lover

When my cyber lover left me,
I pretended that God was a woman
and told myself then
I would always have a lover inside.

That was a close
as I ever came to madness.

Zero Footprint

I clean it up
as if I were not there.
Everything spent on me
I pay back,
drink little
and take only one plate
cleaned after each meal

with water that
would have flowed anyway.
A healthy being
demanding nothing of the future,
when I say goodbye
I will not leave a residue.
My vision repeats in the same place

nothing added or taken.
All my body products
return to the earth.
The products of my brain
are stored in atoms
easily reprogrammed or
paper which melts in the rain.

Thursday, April 01, 2010


The tree
is an obese wooden lady,
sugar syrup flesh
like cooling magma

flows down her side,
absorbs sad fused lives.
Too many organelles
blended into her,

tendrils and roots
folded through what was
first slow-flowing soft
now hair hard.