Friday, August 31, 2012

Looking Down

The cats
were so used to
looking up. They
hunched on their bellies
like hairy doormats
and their eyes turned
like those of animated
bedroom slippers.
So high I stood,
all of my 5 foot 3.
Feeling the pain
of back cramps, I
bend to feed them,
wild animals
somehow brought servile
into my tenderness.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Fundamental Justice

The lawyer-witches
watch over the villages.
Each an agent
delegated by a different god.

(One boy threatens another
boasting that his father
would beat the other's up)

On behalf of their clients,
the witches dance about the courthouse,
legal argument
for the distant and silent heaven-dwellers
who stand by to witness.

Such is justice
in noisy paradise,
always dangerous
from bugs, tigers
and war.

Monday, August 20, 2012

A Prayer of Regrets

Maybe I should have
bought Fort Garry Personnel
for a dollar instead of letting it
die. But I thought of next month's
office rent.

I remember having a desk to
sit behind with a phone
to make appointments,
life sized, watching the
business world tense around me.

It would have been worth a dollar
to play in a lonely historic place,
continuing for another month
to cherish small hopes, not
quite well-dressed and smiling.

A bottle of sugar
in a glass of wine,
pressing a tender,
frightened heart
into the body of a soldier.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

My Poetry Style

Six feet tall
anchored with thin lines
to the rain spouts and drains,
hanging like a circular banner
glowing in our security light
centered by a dark wriggly thing
big enough to see from the
upstairs window. There's
something about the moving
legs of spiders that scares me,
so precisely was it
sorting out its threads.

But in the morning
nothing but a ruin.
The light runs swiftly through it,
barely diffused and there is no

Monday, August 13, 2012


Hello, Nature.
Are we fine?
I notice you
cavorting nearby,
like you find our
surroundings useful.
You don't object to us;
know you are
safe in our gardens.

I feel so friendly,
glad to be of service. Do
take what you need,
even if you bite me
among the grasses.
I am in your debt just as
I owe a favor to my brother.
I exhale in friendship
hearing your
languages in the trees.

Thursday, August 09, 2012

Health and Morality

If you don't
get outside for a walk,
how do you expect to get
regenerate? The energy for
regeneracy is out there. You
have to assure
the neighbors you are still
with them, not soaked
in the dark and somber.
You need the sun,
sunny creation, out
in your body and smiles.
You don't want to look
like an enemy of the net,
the field of eyes and noses.
The diseases of the lonely
are especially sad.

Monday, August 06, 2012

You Can Write a Children's Book

We have a way of introducing
cold anti-matter against
the sunlight, can stop
naive hope sharp
in her tracks. As
now and then I
think of authoring
a children's book,
comes the death-
instinct word,