Wednesday, July 1, 2015

ash





worse than anything that has gone before

*

i as no go fu the pogiz ded man - no way

*

no mo sef steam

*

when they got back to the hideout, they laughed their asses off

*

shine the light

*

everything is more real after it already happens

*

after the other side beat the shit out of him, he had trouble thinking and talking, and his own friends lost interest in him

*

he didn’t mind the constipation - that was between him and god - but not fitting into his uniform made him lose his self-esteem

*

almost thirty years old - and no war in sight! he wondered if he would ever join the hero’s hall of fame

*

now that he was locked up, and would be talking to interrogators instead of to his victims, he would need a new vocabulary

*

the guards were not bad guys after you got to know them. they were all perverts too.

*



volcano





somebody tried to talk to me the other day

*

quite an experience

*

short attention span

*

i just like to watch the red sox games and not get too alive

*

you know

*

jack didn’t like to talk but he was easily enraged

*

there was this guy

*

when the missionary saw the volcano looming through the mist, his heart began to beat rapidly and he forgot to pray

*

that’s a dirty shame

*

george brady had mores jokes to tell than any man in the county. you name it, he had a joke about it. where did he get them?

*

it all started in the schoolyard

*

god was watching, but he wasn’t listening

*

even then, when they were just starting out, they specialized

*

everybody has their own style - it can’t be learned or unlearned

*

speak up, young man

*



Wednesday, March 25, 2015

like a movie





you know how
it is when

you just
happen

to see
somebody

you know from
a second

or third floor
window or

from a bus
window it’s

like they are
in a movie

and they don't
see you and


they don't know
you see them

and even
if you don’t

like them or
forgot them

and never
want to talk

to them again
they look so

sad and lost
and alone



Saturday, February 14, 2015

lunch hour





the maidens who work in the miasma of moloch's malaria
move their feet slowly
and their pocketbooks calmly
in the pure blue afternoon of atlantis

the flower seller has survived
but the man who sold newspapers (printed on paper) is history
and the shoe shine man has been written out of the history
which has itself been burned in the blast furnace of buck rogers's blueberry pies

i would like to ask the flower seller
the secret of her enduring fame
but the curtain of caution falls over me like catwoman's caressing camellias
as don fernando tunes his piano for his final performance outside the newly opened panera's


someday - very soon
savants will remember panera, and ruby tuesdays, and dunkin donuts
as the flashing emblems and impregnable strongholds
of a lost empire

and nothing , not even the smiles of aging maidens
opening their pocketbooks to buy flowers in the blue afternoon of betelgeuse
from the last flower vendor in the expanding universe
is so sad as a lost empire



Friday, January 16, 2015

movie poem





life is a
movie, as

long as you
can buy a

large diet
pepsi, and

a big box
of sno caps,

and find a
seat in the

darkness, and
get through the

previews, all
will be well



Wednesday, January 7, 2015

creation





i was walking
down the street

and i saw some
regular people

just regular people
not famous

not crazy
nothing in particular

just regular people
lots of them

i kept seeing them
they just kept on coming

young and old
but mostly old

the world is getting old
that's just a fact

and i thought

these are just regular people

regular people
being regular

i don't know what else
i expected

but there they were
and are

they just keep rolling along
and cats and dogs

and hamsters and tropical fish
and other creatures too

creation
there you have it, my friend



Friday, May 10, 2013

memoir



i sat on the wall at midnight
watching the tide

the black waves rolled and swelled
without a trace of foam

the rain began to fall
like bullets

one drop, two drops
then a million

i was never so alone
and never so happy

and what i now tremble before
i faced without fear



Friday, December 30, 2011

neighbor





mister wagner
in his buttoned sweater
at dusk
watering the lawn

i remember he had
a little mustache
and a receding hairline
but he probably didn't

he was old and strange
and could have been any age
between twenty-five
and eighty-five

i watched him
unsuspected
from my own shadows

and his wife
came out on the porch
herself a shadow
in the twilight

and said
hurry up
it's almost time for star trek



Sunday, January 30, 2011

variations



for nooshin azadi




three leaned over the rail
two fell in
one drowned

one ran for help
one was arrested
one washed ashore

one swam
two sank
three walked away

one leaned over the rail
two fell in
three drowned

three laughed
three cheered
three swam away

one ran for help
two reported her
three arrested her

three judges
two jurors
one jailer

one sky
one sun
one cloud




one river
one boat
three leaned over the rail


Monday, January 10, 2011

do






i'm sorry, ms sinclair
there's no need to apologize, joey

i was just doing what i do
i understand

it's what i do
yes

i have no choice
of course

i do what i do
the doingness of the done

the thing itself
to do the thing

that is imperative
the imperative itself

i told you
i understand



have you called the police?
of course

why else
would i have handcuffed you?

well
to keep me from doing what i do

no
i called the police

i had no choice
i understand

but you understand in turn
the imperative doingness of what i do

the done thing itself
yes

i think i hear
the police outside now