Sunday, July 31, 2016

A Morning in Summer


.
.
A bright red bird
did me the honor
of landing on my tree.
He flew quickly.
I couldn't expect the honor
to last too long.
.
The open-hearted pundits
say this is a generous country.
I wonder how
true that is.
The face of my neighbor
is a blank, except for
a half-hearted greeting.
.
Beyond this peaceful street,
how much is
well fed and clean?
How many of the secret
people found
a way to temper
longing?

Shared Visions



It was never real
in a narrow sense,
but we worked so hard
together to finger its edges.
We real-ized the interface
of twin thoughts.
We each got a part
of ecstacy from
a spice
that grew
beyond our time.

Monday, July 18, 2016

Who Cares



Who cares if there are
other worlds, the households
of other families. I
fall back onto
the sofa of my life,
I sleep on the bed of my life
and chose my breakfast
from the refrigerator of my life.
.
Yet, even here
are things
unearthly strange.
She hands him the glass.
Their fingers, both flesh,
barely touch. She
grants him her face
as they stand facing each
across the counter. Both bodies
quiver.

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Mondo Cane: A Photoshow

https://youtu.be/JN-Nu_eAyBE

Saturday, July 09, 2016

Musings of a Stranger


What continues to amaze me is
of all the possible ways
the world could be,
it is this way.
.
I keep trying to work out alternatives.
Why do I see the way I do?
What's on the other side
of every curtain?
.
That makes me a stranger.
In the morning
I wash away the night
all the illegal unshared dreams.

Saturday, July 02, 2016

Mondo Cane


.
.
When the world
tottered on a turtle's back,
when God could give out virgins,
and stars were holes
in the ceiling of His palace,
we didn't know
how the continents
floated on
oceans of liquid iron.
We didn't know
how clouds of suns
painted themselves
in patterns
deep in the sky.
.
Vasco De Gamma and Polo
didn't say how
in steamy places
that never see winter,
the brave men
tease the largest black spiders
out of their tenebrous
caves in the sand
and stack them in
piles of legs and empty
eight-eyed carcasses
in the marketplace
along with the limp
bodies of monkeys.