Saturday, October 30, 2010

An Unbiased Country

Homesick for a place
no longer there, denied,
cast away.

I owned the rights
to several pairs of eyes,
I owned but now

keep my balance
trick walking
on neutral streets;

gave away
all those lovely biases
in favor of democracy,

in a pool with all the others
aspiring toward
a few kind private words.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The Nap

I kept nibbling at sleep
as if offered a large
tray of time
at a party in a
rich man's house,
I could't resist
taking more.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Wounded Libido when Travelling Light

Love slimes every surface,
thickens over time.

It's a Disney world
where everything talks.

What will be auctioned squeals in dismay
as it is carried into Kaye's truck.

My son will be back when I am gone in the dusty morning
to comb the floor and rescue charmed scraps.

But when I close my eyes at night
camped in the dissarray,

I remember all the goodbyes
I will be saying,

all the tiny hearts
that will break inside my own.

(nods to Sigmund Freud)

Saturday, October 16, 2010

The Zig Zag Dance

Living on the skin
of a three dimensional ball
sketched on four dimensional paper,

fear is the
anti-particle of love.
Intensity, the

inverse-square of distance between us.
You let me in
but quietly back away.

I step lightly
into your nest.
We oscillate.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Animated Eye

From the way
the leaf flutters

it can be clinging
frantically to Summer;

or struggling to break
free from a stubborn branch.

My eye will not
include the wind.

Saturday, October 09, 2010

Mental Geography

We did't get
large cobwebs in Manitoba
and the bugs
die in the Fall.
We didn't get
the influx of desparate spiders.

I was on
the North side
of my Manitoba bed,
and my head
pointed East.
We sleep differently,
feet to South.

It took a while to figure it out
when I was far away.

Sunday, October 03, 2010

The Place is Sold

I'm going back
to my wedding house
to watch it
scatter. I fused
so many particles
now breaking away.

An anti-sentimental
I will make, amid
the sentiments of those
who see all things rebirthing.
Never again will the pieces
find each other.

Fourteen days
in rubble,
one door closed,
pretending to be
in the past.

Friday, October 01, 2010

From Sleeping in My Heart

It's been years
of sleeping in my heart
and now I've returned to my brain.

And the neighbors say
welcome back
great and hooray.