A solitary bird;
there is no flight.
Only two hands
crossed.
Great wings
Rest nestled
upon mute
breast.
Oh swan.
All shadow.
Caged.
Cooked.
Oh swan.
Sky will
welcome
you
again.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
A Million Photos
Roy Rogers and Dale Evans
refused to kiss for the cameras
because Roy said,
“the kids wouldn’t like it.”
Friday, June 11, 2010
Comfort Station
I grow tall in my bed;
my business here is humble.
Out of my house,
imagine small, smaller.
Between pillows
a giant clears her throat.
An Unremarkable Cycle
who lingers like
an uninvited house guest
measuring unwanted hours
who grew up to be
unwelcome days.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
More Great Spam Poetry
Trimmed down a bit but this came in an email to me today....spam style.
organize rightness
flustered nihilistic breakers
animalizes under steer
hummingbirds scalp
& takeout sheets
leprosy lover
neuro-tropic
caustically foreign
gasworks exacerbation
shoot out keynotes
tri-monthly
a
bowlegged knock down
organize rightness
flustered nihilistic breakers
animalizes under steer
hummingbirds scalp
& takeout sheets
leprosy lover
neuro-tropic
caustically foreign
gasworks exacerbation
shoot out keynotes
tri-monthly
a
bowlegged knock down
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
7 & 7 Is Calling
The only thing I can say about the movie Crazy Heart is that it inspired me to Google two of my half siblings to see if there was a recent obituary for either one of them. My tone if very matter of fact here. Their untimely demise is no longer tragic to me, it is expected just like I expect the timing belt on my 2000 Honda to expire any day as well.
The truly sad apart about this, other than having hurtful drunks in my family with whom I refuse to speak to ever again, is the fact that I don't even know what name they go by these days to find them.
Oh well. I am truthfully better off not knowing. I found this old poem written maybe in 2000 about one of them.
7 & 7 Is Calling
It is a solo act
practiced until he passes out,
his liver shuts down,
or the local police
pull the curtain down.
It is after 2AM and
the audience is hushed.
In fact I WAS sleeping.
It is 7 & 7 calling
ready to take
center
stage.
The truly sad apart about this, other than having hurtful drunks in my family with whom I refuse to speak to ever again, is the fact that I don't even know what name they go by these days to find them.
Oh well. I am truthfully better off not knowing. I found this old poem written maybe in 2000 about one of them.
7 & 7 Is Calling
It is a solo act
practiced until he passes out,
his liver shuts down,
or the local police
pull the curtain down.
It is after 2AM and
the audience is hushed.
In fact I WAS sleeping.
It is 7 & 7 calling
ready to take
center
stage.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Freedom Is Something Else
A beast on a wee leash,
conversations with you
had a limited radius
and around we would go
in shamefully small circles,
never gaining any real territory.
Thankfully there is
no longer an owner,
a chain,
or a fence
to limit me from stretching
out
in any direction
I please.