Wednesday, August 26, 2015

In Medias Res

I had to assume
I had the words.
Then for some reason
I awoke on an open field.
I had to assume I knew
the axiomatic light.
Then, for some reason
I had to find the place in the rocks.
I had to find the others.
For some reason
it was my first home.
Then, I thought I was afraid.

Sunday, August 23, 2015


Bankrupcy due to
laziness and age
comes with such a
stabbing into the
balloon of a heart.
Big, empty heart,
nothing but
an inflated tent,
like a caterpillar's
airy body, home of the worm.
The air
of the bankrupt heart,
like the empty
abdomen of an insect
never bursts
only oozes.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Private Entertainment

Memory is
the movie with
an audience of one,
with a little
prayer for every
moistened eye.
I try to remember
every room
I awoke in,
over the rolling
of my sunrises.
The Lone Ranger
glued across
the tilted
attic walls in
Furniture of
a lifetime
carted through
snow and adventure.
Danish modern teak
and pasteboard,
passing from shrine
to shrine.

Monday, August 10, 2015

A Spider's Living Quarters

Spiders live in
transparent houses
perhaps too
near-sighted to
care about their neighbors.

I watch one
meander from larder to
living room and suspend onto its
sofa close to the siding wall.
Alone at last it says.

Wednesday, August 05, 2015

A New Ok

We sit at
the round table.
chatter about what
I should be eating
and formulate
strange adventures in
nutritional chemistry for her.

I gobble at the thawed meal
that was delivered in the
early afternoon before she
and I left for her chemo.

I grumble.I rage at those
uppidy pretenders;
but we are
sitting at the same table.
And many would say
we are conversing.

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Monday, August 03, 2015

Lottery of Light

Somebody built a
spotlight on top
of the world
and implacably
shines it around.
If you are not
illuminated you
won't deserve to
be on TV
or dance at the balls
with a spangled,
long legged lady.