Let us speak entirely in metaphor today
let us agree to believe
in a literal interpretation of this love only
as it passes between us in its journey
to places beyond the sun that remain unnamed
even in our wildest imaginings
(because the answers are never as important
…(or... Love for Love's Sake, Ego for God's Sake)
If this is love, give me another metaphor
for Sisyphus rolling that stone uphill
to the feet of Prometheus,
only to watch myself devoured by crows
while repeating never more
again and again
forever
bound to these roles
o…
as unlikely as it is
there would be a savior
whose birthday still confuses us
with respect to what gifts to bring
and as unlikely as it is
there would be a jolly man
whose pastime fills volumes
with images of el…
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
a rogue he was creeping, watchful for a spouse.
No husband to stop him from creeping and lurching,
no one to surprise him or stop him from searching.
Just that old rogue, once again sni…
They sleep on bus station floors
wrapped in each other
on well-bought sleeping bags,
their guitar the perfect piece
of accent furniture
for shelving s…
at twenty I wrote a poem
that would be a song sung
by a woman in her twenties when I was sixty
at thirty I wrote a poem
that was a dream I had at twelve
of a woman who is eternal
at forty I found that place
between the biding time and fully awake
which activated at fifty
when …
This is what happens when royalty
which exists independent of the empire,
which springs from the loins of the tribe itself,
makes it past the checkpoints
& other measures meant to filter them out.
This is what happens when that …
This was the scent that marked the end of summer
and the inevitable waltz into autumn's
colorful dance of crisp air and sweaters:
Cousin Tommy's delivery of
his annual bushel of gravensteins
from the tree at the end of his drive.
This was an afternoon of peeling and slicing -
al…
“Fuck Atlas,” she sighed,
pouring another glass of wine
and adjusting her tiara.
“He doesn't interest me nearly as much
as that dude who wandered through the dark
looking for an honest corporation.”
I didn't have the heart to tell her
she had it wrong
or perhaps she didn't ha…
sunrise
this
painted lady
i cannot take my eyes off
& by noon i am drunk
on her perfume
clutching
this wild bouquet
between my teeth
stumbling up
the aisle of spring
as if this all wasn't new
not at all concerned
with
my
reputation
December licks the winter garden with an icy tongue
and I am left to wonder if there will be too little green
to gift neighbors with on the eve of newborn Kings.
Despite tales of old and promises of eternity
I begin to suspect this is no longer the season of wonder
of miracle births and hope for r…
Mom's Angel Cake
Sift one and a half
cups sugar. Measure
one cup cake flour
before sifting. Sift
three times with one
half cup sugar and a
half teaspoon salt. Whip
twelve egg whites until
foamy. Add one teaspoon
cream of tartar and beat
until soft peaks form.
Add one cup of sifted sugar
one t…
Autumn Poem
autumn regains composure,
smooths her rumpled skirts
and casts a sharp, cold glance
morning brings no offerings
to the lovers.
what lingers in their hair
what remains a fixture
when they part, is the silence
autumn crosses her legs
as i walk past her blue eyes
into noon. (my hands, …
summer excuses itself &
steps out onto the porch
for one last look
at the falling sun
before taking up with the fog
muttering something indecipherable
about the allure of mysterious women
in explanation
summer's child begins to suspect
this may have been her last season
of running in shorts t…
the wind comes in for breakfast
& i will go out with it,
kicking up dust
& memories
the waitress closes the door
& the wind lights a cigarette.
i order hash browns & eggs
over medium while the wind,
impatient, taps its foot
the wind comes in for breakfast
bringing decisions that
HAVE BEEN M…
Adaptation
i walk the dog
before the curtain rises
on this inevitable dawn
as a flock of wild geese
passes overhead & i listen
through the fog to their report
on act one of this new season
a single goose has gone off course
his forlorn cry announcing
the arrival of a plot twist
i did not anticipa…
Banksy Sighting
"i see that Banksy left a post-it note for Anonymous"
- They Might Be Giants
though i handed you …
Happy Birthday America
enjoy celebrating your freedom
beneath that canopy of fireworks
(invented by the chinese)
. . . don't waste
a single thought
on our debt to them
- just let yourself
stay distracted
by all the shiny things
(while you're at it
try not to think abou…
Texas State School Board vs Reason
the child looked forward
to the education
that she was told
would take her
to higher places
but she was surprised to find
the publishers of her textbooks
had poured their intellect
into a jesus-shaped
jello mold
her biology teacher
advised her to just memoriz…
Teach Your Children Well
. . . . a father's day poem
how many times
must i remind you
i am not defined by you,
i am defined
by these berries i pick
along this road
we both walk?
here i am becoming
intimate with my shadow
while releasing peter pan
from his eternal prison
of magical thinking
here …
