Thursday, May 26, 2011

Passing Sainthood

This year, once again
I miss sainthood.

I could have been elected
had I waited death out quietly.

As always I slip away,
stiff-choosing to

hide among leafy branches,
popping memories.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The Enthalpy of Sonny Mangapit

The clouds are gone today.
I admire how Sonny
pretends the world,
breathes life into things

mouth wide open,
warm breath.
There is no
meaninglessness here,

no anomie. Take heart, the child
Sonny says. What
we make in our minds is
as real as mountains never seen.

Sunday, May 22, 2011


At four AM
I either obsess
or dream.

It has been the biology
of my heart, prods
the silence away.

And now it's your voice
part of sleep and

Christmas past,
lighted candles,
touring un-livable houses.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

On-going Conversation

The past is a blur now
after having been
laid off from the world

reposed among the flowers.
And when you ask me all those
embarrassing questions about

who I am, I
only answer,
don't recall.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011


is what we are seeing
when we think
we are looking at politics,
the arts,
the higher
forms of anything

through rare air
to the palaces
of seminar
and fine talk,
those who live
complete lives
in the sun
with grand pianos,
quiet bargains
over rich drink.

Books are published,
interviews arranged
galleries take
and clientele point
and nod
in checkbook

Friday, May 06, 2011

Godless Sleep Prayer

I am ready now
to give up the day.
Won't aspire

any more,
faded. Dreams,

my only safety net,
guideposts to dawn,
sleep blank

and dangerous,
I gamble with night,
to win another morning.