Saturday, May 31, 2014

Freud's Theory of Human Development



The purpose of the world
is to tell you what you can't do.
The world is made to
keep your ambitions scarred.
You will not get
what you can't move
past the filter of the world.
The standard is set high,
too high for me.
Maybe I should have
rested a long time ago.
Maybe I should have
slept without fear.
Now I know how I lost. I am
made real by the knowledge.

Monday, May 26, 2014

The Ghost of Writers



This is the real world
expressed in the form of several days
worth of ghost writing.
Kowloon: The Walled City of Imagination; cosmetic dentistry;
REASONS TO STOP THUMB SUCKING;
New York's most iconic photograph; container shipping;
How are pets handled in divorce?
Medical cannabis and kids; plumbing and drainage inspections;
immigration counseling lawyer in Chicago;
Metal fabrication in Chuckey, Tenessee; How home security alarm monitoring works; How to make an HDR Photograph;
toxic torts; audiologists; plumbing and drainage inspections;
Tenth Edition, Calculus Early Transcendentals;
ISEE test preparation in los angeles;
vinyl windows in Beltsville; great printers for Mac computers;
orthopedic doctors in Herndon, Virginia;
container shipping; public adjusters in philadelphia; custom order fulfillment in Golden Valley; Minnesota; land surveys. Ghost writers know the real world better than poets.

Friday, May 23, 2014

An Ahah



I see suddenly clearly
through the window
while we await
our soup, an
ordinary man,
features cratered and
puzzled. He wanders
about in search
maybe of a place.
He speaks to
an invisible face
and hears through something
mounted on his ear.
The attachment is
a very thin thread.
He carries packages.
.
The world around him
looks like a jumble of bubbles.
But it's really a vacuum.
I realize how
un-assuring the wind is,
as he is tethered
far from birth.
.
Many of them walk,
straight on their missions,
tethered on thin threads.
They all take chances,
venturing far from sleep.
Yet there is a place, somewhere, they
emerge from,
a warm feathered nest,
a bed, a voice not kind
but familiar.

Friday, May 16, 2014

"Star Trek: Poetry and Pictures"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4Nj8Q7o5NE&list=UU9HdEMCvQLs193IATqPvL-w

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Star Trek


The vacuum
between the stars
didn't care.
Much of it
died silently.
There were no tears.
The spaces
met each other
by chance. Strangers
rubbed together
to become families
without benefit
of wisdom.
We traveled
with our crew
of coincidental friends.
We almost cared,
but not quite.
We were tied together
by rules we learned
late.
With this crew
we imagined
a universe of life.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

The Angel



He came
and brought her
life with his
stories. They
were all the life she had.
She lay
with her eyes
wide, blurred
with images from elsewhere.
He was earthbound small
and she was large,
floating.
It was dark
when he left the room.

Wednesday, May 07, 2014

New Book on Kindle

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K5WUMG0

The Inconsequential Teacher: Stories and Poems [Kindle Edition]

Sunday, May 04, 2014

Cosmetic Dentistry



My signal
is made with my mouth
where I eat
and where I kiss.
I say yes around my lips,
biologically I may
suck in or
disembogue here.
My smile is
the main
face of my yes,
eight teeth
I keep fresh and
well shaped.
My smile is
more important than
my soul.