Thursday, March 24, 2011


She makes
flowers out of spent
orange peels.

With my stiff fingers
I take the blanket edge
for a stroll to the duvet corner.

We laugh
about how life
will go on forever.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Eight-Thirty AM

I can only put on
the rememberance ring
after the knuckles stop
their daily swelling.

In the room I call my space,
the display of my books
that only I can really see
has fallen into a heap.

The bathroom floor
may not be as wet as we
first thought
and maybe we don't need a plumber.

Happiness reigns
in this new place.
Peace may run like syrup
over the short years.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Hope Joked

I remember
when we were
the future
and every step
we took
into brilliance
was noted by a
kindly teacher.

We were rising.
We became
sweet and soft
with hopeful
tears of romance
in our words
and the certainty it
would all count.

When the teachers all
wizened and died
and romance turned
hard like flesh,
hope joked.
We all
laughed at the joke.

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Twenty-First Century Religion in the USA

My god is
The Economy
and my duty
is studying science
so we can outpace

the Chinese.
I do my duty
in spite of
breaking my
poetic heart.

Hell is
behind and
becoming just
nation. Amen

Tuesday, March 01, 2011

Musical Bones

I breathe

drum tum puffing
diaphragm beats:

"Red River Valley"
"Mr Tamborine"

"If I were a Rich Man"
My singing is long

silenced but not