Saturday, April 30, 2011


i drifted back
           remembering the way
      it had been before

                eyes that trusted
his breath on my cheek
          whispering promises

while the world
            crashed down
                the steps
         and littered
                   the gutters

i melted
               and slid
                 into the chaos

        boy pressed in and
brought me back
                  to the moment

Friday, April 29, 2011

them boots

girl was there
without her boots

couldn’t wait anymore
caressed the edge

scared that she
               might slide
                    babbling on

but she was committed
to get on with it

Thursday, April 28, 2011


silence hung over us
like the last rays
fighting to light the clouds

difficult to satisfy skin
when the need to

slips through the fingers
of cupped hands marked
by the ancestry of strangers

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

an hour to kill

boy sat in the corner
shook his head and
looked at the new information

he tended to forget
that he was the heir
to the whole story

he talked about doing--
a bus to San Francisco
painting children
or something like that

but he only had
an hour to kill
and no extra room
in the empty pages
of his book

Tuesday, April 26, 2011


         this is not a
simple habit
assuming safety         contradicts
           the pursuit of blood ties

orientation for the
                            horrible things
            moving from
                           sad to violent
discouraged by the challenge of
               restructuring tradition

       no one sleeps
                   in the settlement houses
          dreams lost in decades of paperwork
      love loses its hold
             to the dominance
                                of obsession

Monday, April 25, 2011


       i missed the
                    easy chatter
soft hands floating across my face
        constantly changing
                like the
sun-shot water of
           azure sea
                     sheer panels
                                        in blue
        gliding over
         bare shoulders and perfumed hair
precious enough to
             walk the dangerous route
                  and risk death
     in hopes of
                   finding clarity

Sunday, April 24, 2011


i sat quietly in a corner
   and fidgeted
       under the                       pulsebeats
         of warriors               readied
with armor
                like iron weights
          demanding honorable death

Saturday, April 23, 2011


tita gambled on
quantum mechanics
but she clashed
with students and
common thinkers

she considered reform
disappointing like
assassinations for wages
and hangovers
in morocco

her standards were
secondary to appearances
and she would have
started a rebellion to
get a perfect cup of tea

Friday, April 22, 2011


and then everything blew up
like an atomic hell
failure to discipline led
to a sloshing around
of separate interests and
abandoned commitments
people gone crazy
the distant never healed
memories of a time
before disease grow
fewer and farther between
even when he takes to anger
and screams about tradition

Thursday, April 21, 2011

off balance

something about the way
her hair was always
changing colors
and the slow beat of
her rhythmic sway
made him feel
a little off balance
as he pressed her frame
against his own
and aligned her
with the truth
hoping she would feel it too
all she did was nod
and grip a little tighter

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

full-time job

a few minutes pass
and then we peer out
onto time and chaos

i get the weird feeling
that this will be
a full-time job

must make it
with the soft
and openhearted
even though it
will mean nothing

but we’re stuck here
like bad traffic
until the chemistry
is fully balanced

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

last song

she gave him
a sad look
and stopped him
from going along

her body moved like
perfume on a soft breeze
as she slipped
into the shadows

he was suspicious of the
mad rocket child
as he backed out
against the skyline

but he swallowed hard
and accepted fate
listening to the last song
without complaining

Monday, April 18, 2011


after that we talked about
the usual stuff
Star Trek       murder and
lingering kisses
i liked the way he knew
my different names
and the tough dark spot
below my stomach
where i had been cut into
with the cake knife

Sunday, April 17, 2011

a bit late

boy paid 30 cents
for a wrinkled brow
and a serious voice
          but he didn’t get his tea

                              likes it tidy

could get it for
a quarter and a smile
but he’d have to be
willing to shake
          that eerie feeling

                             and shut the door

Saturday, April 16, 2011


trying to imagine
the most important thing
put off-kilter
and easier to define

            hopes down
            unable to resonate
            like eyes glowing
            in the darkness

he shrugs smugly and
hands out books to the blind
nothing to oppose
nothing to control

Friday, April 15, 2011

wholesale lies

he stood in
broad daylight and
declared that he
wasn’t a spy

but he profited
from false statements
and wholesale lies

we were easily overcome
by the strange matter
of his claims

each bit of propaganda
poured out of clay pots
containing war and disease

no truth to the stories
but they get the heart

Thursday, April 14, 2011

better ways to start

this is not a
          sure test
  of temptation
      and may not
   end in a kiss
or even a smooch

      separated without injury
        intended for
                      equal rank
  but not ideal for
       deep or intimate

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


      doubt spreads
                 and dies in my arms
speaker as true
            implications for the future
                 $28 a month
            for training
         to properly express
               to the sick and suffering
                    only way to help
raining for a week
         does little for
                         drought-affected lands
          even when foreign troops arrive
             with one-time gifts
                       and new underwear

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

part of the problem

                of lightning
some peculiar brilliance
                but always good
      for the heart
lots of reasons
       to define
   being or state
       it calls
               special notice
         to assertive power
not ideal
        but firmly establishes
    reasons to
                   slack off

Monday, April 11, 2011


she stood at the fire
and learned
       about grace
soft answers
     in the hot coals
that looked like
     they could go on
the curfew bell
vibrating off the stars
      she begged
             for more wisdom
before going to sleep

Sunday, April 10, 2011

down again

boy grabbed the
rain-soaked night
and thrust it into
the fire pit
the stench of rotting
stars came over us
like rioting

we felt warm as
the last bits
disappeared and mingled
with the ashes
boy finally slept
even though it was
still raining

Saturday, April 9, 2011


 Quilt for Marsa


there is safety in simplicity
but my heart is not there

i left it with the salesman
for the cost of the
sea and the storm

but it didn’t pass examination
and might still be free

Friday, April 8, 2011

art class

we stood on the plastic chairs
and dared each other to
into the quiet of our minds
     like rain bombarding
the root of a tree
and drawing it upward
     through the branches
          and leaves
carrying it to the
sky to meet the storm

we laughed as we crashed
     to the floor
and i realized the
     barking dogs
overwhelming his thoughts
kept him from
     closing his eyes and
          going deep

Thursday, April 7, 2011

honorable pilgrimage

ninja bunny dreams of
wandering the land
during the time of
dangerous snow and the
shadow of the ancestor
who once dwelled here

thursday is an effort but
he takes out a katana and
prepares for a good old
mexican standoff

the secret to creativity
is to keep pedro from
knowing what you’re doing

ninja bunny dives into battle
on a quest of grave importance
to bring down love
when it grows beyond
the courage of a fox
and cannot be stopped
with a blow-dart gun
or stories from the
codex of wisdom

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

two for tea

boy sat silently
    sipping his tea
             in the din of
     frantic emotion

and the lost turned their
     backs on the room

boy smiled and
   poured hope
into the cracked pottery
      gathering dust in the
      corners of my tidy mind

Tuesday, April 5, 2011


i did not write this
but we can use the remains
to power the generator

provided that we all agree
that crows are always black

the psychic will
see you now

sometimes he paints dogs
on dusty black velvet
as a break from pondering
and the experiment that
went horribly wrong

black canary had a daughter
with the power of telekinesis

part of the experiment

this is what he calls
‘being a trooper’
but we all have our own
opinion about that

the psychic will
see you now

Monday, April 4, 2011

channel 13 is haunted

panda tactical assassin
meets black and white horror
with menacing
dark-wave garage pop

like an alien
wiggling its way out
from inside


there's a
dark message in her
written in brown felt-tip

ninja panda whispers back
y'all are spies

the black smoke
did her in

Sunday, April 3, 2011

electro on the dance floor

     tambourine haunts
                     and shake
against a tangerine skyline

          assembled by
13 assassins
          with rubber bands
and bubble gum
and a machine that gives
                superhuman powers

two for a quarter

                   to be clear
we’re talking about
           ordinary objects
                                    and conflicts
settled by

or eeny meeny
               if you’ve got the time

Saturday, April 2, 2011


panic became a wolf
            under the banner of war

it attacked the heart
           and watched it die
pulsing naked on the ground

Friday, April 1, 2011

junkyard ghosts

he leaned back and
                    for details
            in the haze
of smudged charcoal

memories laid out in
                    short strokes
nothing connected
    cognition lost
         in the periphery