Monday, September 27, 2010

The Forest and the Truth



























You can take
a photo from your eye
and you can push
the photo toward the truth,
but if you really want
the truth
you need your hand.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Mundays on Main Street

The community restaurant
shows pictures of us
as we dine on tuna salad or pancakes.


I can't keep my eyes from the faces joined together
by eye bends and mouth twists,
gene pools, refracted by the tides and winds.


Living through
their aging and their youth,
back floating over change.


I can feel the squeezes
only familiar bodies give.
I blush with them.


The place of joy
wouldn't impede us--lip corners up
brow edges down.

The Egret

She moved like a woman
slowly lifting the legs
as if she knew she was a symbol,
putting feet on the wet
pebbles with such gravity.
While the water
burst about.
So many sounds and patterns
I couldn't hold my grasp,
unbelieving her.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Egocentrism

You say get over yourself
and you still can,
but soon i will be
as an eager school boy
and every little thing I do
will get your applause.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

September: A PhotoShow

Summer dies
reluctantly here,
so close to the sailboats
that cruise past Huntington light.

The morning chill
makes me put on my
spiffy grey and blue jacket
and push my hands into the pockets.

I don't feel old.
I wear plastic shoes
as part of the joke
of living in a place of summer fun

which slowly saddens
as the days shorten.
Serious neighbors renovate
and life focuses on cleaning up.

http://www.photoshow.com/watch/Rs4aj8Vy

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Long Life

I call them optimists,
expelling the word from my pen
like it was an ailment.

It is amazing
how even the darkest
and hardest of them

harbors the fantasy of
escape,
new starts.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Financial Advisor's Nightmare

When you get serious
about dis-investment
things get cheap.

You can throw everything
into a plastic bag and
carry it away.

You can start a temporary
life with scraps, building
a sweet nest.

Amid the rush of days
using what you need, you wait
for the future to end.

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

Truth Building Dream

I dream of trying to build the truth,
Use tubular steel in the frame,

something anchored, that
people would come back to.

But the steel is bent
someone throws it in the sand.

I dream that truth would be so frail
in the desert.

Saturday, September 04, 2010

Syrian Wedding Portrait (from an archival photo)


























By the hand and
by the shoulder
I have you.
You are mine.

I made
arrangements with your family
when I proved
I am a serious man.

You see I am
endowed, and
you will thrive
while my arms are strong.

This is love to me,
young but stern.
Our home will be calm,
and the years will stretch forever.

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Baran

So Rahmat, whom I think I love
I could never speak
but give you everything.

I will stay here
in the dry valley
eating unleavened bread.

You will need my gifts
to flee
out of the mountains,

even emptier there
under the wind shadow.
I want sleep, hideout for the empty heart.