Showing posts with label poem 8. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 8. Show all posts

Thursday, January 24, 2013

before the fest

The clown is enough
he doesn't have to state his name or purpose
he doesn't need shoes

and I don't need a sweater
I don't need your problems
and I sure as hell don't have to get up early

I don't look for trouble
it doesn't look for me
but people call me up
and offer coffee and animal pelts
if I will sing and dance for them

Are you kidding me?
You couldn't stop me
from dancing and singing

I would shake the floor
I would rattle windowshades
I cannot stop moving

I'm spotty
I'm dotty
I'm the Queen of Sweaters

You are not an Irishman
We are not lost
We are not doing time for penury

She didn't apologize
You don't even like her

Monday, January 21, 2013


On crutches, pedaling away. 

the wide sky is elastic like a trampoline, 
and that bottle's a fly in the water. 

to catwalk ragged
calling,
"beacon"?

no,

two white fores
can hold
the rude melting of a wax heart.

yes,
a newspaper
and pupil water.

Jay Bird

Have you ever seen a mob of blue jays
Wings sky blue / crest of
White

Song clear like the rain?
Squawk the scream / most vicious beaks

Chase away suburban / urban winged creatures
Feeders / to steal an easy meal
claw for scrap of territory
Fight off squirrels, owls and hawks

good fortune for the little birds
protected as they hide when they hear the
Jay bird shriek to ward off
Invaders

Sometimes kill birds / small and weak
Ever hear a jay bird
Speak?

Colonizers tongue / thief 
Impersonator of bird calls / rhapsody of
Raptors

Not the innocent litte blue bird
Of urban childhood songs
Blue

Bird blue bird through my window/ common
North American bird / true to its
Nature

Sunday, January 20, 2013

At the movies

I spent a day at the movies.

Making new friends, hating new people.
I gasped!
And cried!

I wondered what each life was like outside the screen.

People walking, breathing, beyond my sight.

I learned new things, felt fresh emotions, sobbed for those I will never meet, and cared about them.

There is life in the movies.
People who are behind the screen,
touching us, making us angry, upset, even inspired.

To reach inside these movies
pull out a character and speak to them.
Would it be the same, or be an awkward cyber date with a 2 dimensional person?

At the movies those questions are not needed because there is a screen, a distance there.

I spent a day at the movies
and wondered
and wrote
and hoped.

That those awkward, silent human moments we have each day,
would go on
Between these movie people
and ourselves.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Holding Court

A sudden crowd, the countdown timer and the sweat,
the tangent line broken, signal meltdown at the junction house,
gobbets of information vectoring nowhere,
Venn, amused.
The court frowns, moves on in sympathy.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Henry of sound & blood


Henry is in a box.
The boys call his name from the boat.
The girls call his name from the castle -
stick their legs through a hole and call his name
for him to come touch.
The boys and girls tell him
He is the king of everything,
but he's just looking through.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

bensonhurst

you didn't ask questions then
we were family
we are family

he was down the block
she was down the block

i loved my father
but he was the man i looked up to
and i didn't even know him

you just didn't ask questions
we just grew up

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

thready expectorant my body is like

so great also never has been what i meant exactly

success turns out to be trying the wrong way until it's no longer possible

other people are looking kinder and kinder



She lays herself across the heater
it's not warm enough
She climbs up next to me
curls into a ball near my feet
And now we snuggle on the couch
as she tries to keep her eyes open
For just a moment longer

YET


there’s a certain way
I want
to be loved

but who
am I
kidding 

– a large swath
in fact. borne
of some myth 
or another –

we don’t get
to dictate how
we get any goods.

I should be happy
I’m not confined
by imaginative limits
or even experience,
both are half-full
& yet – – – – –

a whole ocean
is lapping
at a shore
I can’t see.

i said i wasn't going to just complain 
on poemaday this year
the truth is
i'm still afraid of lots of things
but i feel
so much better
and that
is really really hard to talk about