Monday, February 27, 2012

During Grief

The unknottable knot
is out of reach
yet, the lupine finds root 
in unrootable soil.

(2012)

Finding Poetry

Through tall dried
shrubs, alert ears
hop it’s way.

(2012)

Friday, February 24, 2012

This! Morning!

A banana tells me:
“you are mad.”
Still, I add it,
peel and all,
to my smoothie.

(2012)

The black & white photo

I’m seven. I’ve been rent in two;
a jagged left half, a haggard right
taped together and yellowing.
Now, forty years later, I know 
why I’ve never been able to tell 
hope from despair.

(2012)

Thursday, February 23, 2012

The Offering

I’d hope to offer you 
redeye gravy & country ham,
biscuits, eggs & bacon.
Unfortunately, 
I’ve only got a dead mouse.

(2012)

Pause

The dove returned
empty handed
giving me time
to drink my coffee.

(2012)

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Tucson Copper

Sad watching 
a mountain die
carted off 
for a few ounces
of copper.
However, 
I do love 
my electricity 
and hot water.


(2012)

Unfriending

You 
think yourself
so clever
responding
to posts 
with your 
ethereal
thunder claps, 
little woo-woo 
collision farces; 
clever cleavers 
separating you from 
me.

(2012)

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Music

The constant stir
soothes 
the bubbling oatmeal.

(2011)

Monday, February 20, 2012

Sweetness

This is what 
I consider 
honey:
  your four lips
  caressing mine. 

(2012)

Synchronized Swimming

The dove 
shifts weight;

I stir 
in my chair.

B.F.M

Morning Watch

I borrow
each moment,
a dove pecking
for lice.

(2012)

Sunday, February 19, 2012

My Ocean

I think I'm lost at sea.
How pleasant 
to roll on your waves.

(2012)

Post-it 34

Every morning Sid
wakes up. He counts
the number of yellow
single spaced blue lined
Post-its:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 
9, 10, 11, 12, 13...
34.
On the morning he doesn’t,
he doesn’t.

(2012)

Friday, February 17, 2012

The Quiet

Four chairs sit 
silently
listening
to falling dust.

(2012)

Gray Sky

A quilt
covers
the sky
while
old men
walk
the grass
beating
golfballs
down
the fairway.

Same World

Outside 
a lawnmower drones,
inside 
cream falls into my coffee.

(2012)

Concern

With gratitude
I hear your voice
trying to chain me
to your bench.

(2012)

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Game Time

The anvil – Melancholia
fell from the fourth or fifth
heaven, missing my head by
an inch or two.
It’s a game I’ve been losing
for years. Today is the first
day I refused to play.

Drowning

Her delicate fingers
slip stone after stone
into our smoking jackets
tutoring us for deeper waters.

(2012)

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Notice

I like the way that poet guy,
whose written a bazillion poems,
pulls a slice of life 
out of his pen 
making me take notice 
of the dead, the living,
angel thighs and grazing 
herons.

(2012)

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

I've been wrong before

I’ve decided to make
dark chocolate -– God.


Something I can handle,
sink my teeth into and digest.

(2012)

Fallen stars

Any 
old crack 
is 
welcome mat
to 
fallen seedlings.

(2011)

Acknowledgement

You’re the warm Pacific 
surrounding Hawaii 
vast, expansive, schools of life
I want to drowned in.

(2011)

Dreaded Origami

Enjoying the morning landscape
   mountain, light rain, clouds and sunlight
until a familiar left hand reached out
folded it into a tight square
put it in his pocket and asked:
   “where is my breakfast?”

(2012)

Monday, February 13, 2012

4 inches

I sit & read becoming the incredible shrinking man
found at every carnival.
The one in black. The other hawkers face. The one with a collapsing chest.
I’m the Hawker. 
Then I’m Delilah being hawked.
“Gentlemen... come... gentlemen Delilah awaits..."
Then I’m Delilah shaking & twitching on stage.
But you came for the sucking off of your cock, 
not the miraculous – me – illuminated, floating 
4 inches above the stage.


(2011)

After Rain

From the rain gutter
a constant annoyed drip.
From the Lenten Rose 
a soft patient drop.

Deskless Lizard

I’m overwhelmed by the simple tasks, 
clearing my desk, washing a pan, sorting.
Here the wheel of days spins counterclockwise 
mocking me like the mocking bird mocks the desert wren, 
and the sun mocks the deserted calcium crusted soil
and the deskless lizard mocks mankind.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Ticket Please

You’re life is worth
ten thousand poems
mulled with cardamon,
cinnamon and clove
scenting this long
train ride from
Ottawa to Vancouver.

Foursome

The coyotes took 
the first round 
this morning.
Ignoring rules
they played tag
on the greens.