Saturday, March 31, 2012

Temporal Extension

Truth
that never lets up
is cruel.
Objectively, Daniel was real
for two afternoons a month
plus a long story of checkered youth
and shaded manhood.
But when he has died
Daniel's reality looms over her
like the god of storms.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Dream from Delayed Check


I dream another
dark towered city
that masks the sky, glistens
like diamonds in moisture
and loves the rain at night.

With my muddy eyes,
I grope, chilled,
wish for familiar warm
small spaces alone.

I dream the pension-granter
decides it's time for me to die.
My muddy mind races through that
looking for ways to combat the terror.
Bound to happen sometime I dream,
considering painful options.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Longish Epitaph

ok I'm not a good poet
and what I do for art
sucks too and
I'm not really
a poet or an artist at all.
We can get that out of the way.
And what I am is just a guy
who lives here doing some
biological duty, un-
memorable, living with error,
memory of failure, denying
death.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Labyrinthian Day

The trees
extrude themselves
along the low-resistance
pathways in the air.
Nature abhors such vacuums and
fills them with wood.
.
The birds who
inhabit the trees
ride sunlight trails,
slip through transparent
tunnels in the surface of wind.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Tango

He knows
how family is a war zone,
strut meets
counterstrut.

Leaving and not
leaving soon enough,
the soft and warm
up for grabs.

He knows how life is war,
how sweet is victory
and how permanent and
devastating is defeat.

Love is the prize
and always has been.
Those outcast can only
squeeze tight to
hold themselves in.

Monday, March 05, 2012

Memories of Winnipeg

We often
intensly disagree,
but I know your face
and over the long term
you have always been here
and tightening my strings.
.
Now I see you broken.
You have
temporarily lost and
every one of your days is scary
as you hang on a string above the
safety web, with king safety poised to
eat you.
.
I could gloat and will and do in private
while smiling down at you and offering
a hand which I know is not enough.
We have tightened each other's
knots and tugged for 20 years. I'm
glad to see you victim of your errors.
.
I tell you your career has been
checkered. You have been stubborn and
righteous as if you were
meant to struggle. My
poor friend. And you have become
something else. It must be
better now.