Wednesday, September 30, 2009


THIS DARK IMPRINT…


doesn’t even leave the eyelid
before it’s categorized,
half a shuttered frame, at best,
out of focus, inconclusive,
you can barely call it evidence,
but still, a shadow has to live
with itself, and every grain
leaves bread crumbs behind
for every bird who ever pecked
at the order of the house next door…

Saturday, September 26, 2009


FLIP-SIDE

I never said that.
Let the transcript be struck
from the record that’s on
extended play…
Let the vinyl’s grease paint
be a lesson to you:
Show the face you proclaim
to the world, and then just
keep it spinning…

Monday, September 21, 2009


WAKE


In every dish left to dry on the rack,
in every idly spinning window fan
refracting the TV’s light, in every
whisper of a book’s pages or
dimming of the stereo, there is
a soft trilling, a touch of collective
cacophony dialed down a notch.
The storms of August have passed
for now. We hover, uncertain
in their wake…

Wednesday, September 16, 2009


MUTE SIGNAL


A firefly was trapped
in the TV room tonight;
its’ lonely teletype
flickered fast dances
above the screen
as our eyes strained
to catch the sub-titles
and the rain stood outside,
waiting for the next downpour.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009


AFTER/LIFE


The roiling black-ink cloud
consumes the moon and sky,
and I was laying on the beach
once, high, watching the sea gulls
peck at scraps, and realized,
“They’d be eating my eyes out,
if I were dead!”
I guess we’re not so alone, after all…

Monday, September 7, 2009


WHAT THE BUDDHA KNOWS…


that the stars go out
that the sky is a Crackerjack surprise
that caramel is the most fleeting
of elements, that our lips can open
like a wound that knows a good ending…

Wednesday, September 2, 2009


THE GOOD SENATOR BEESWAX…


proclaims it’s none of his
but that the honeycomb was so sweet
he could not help but gouge its’ sockets
his paws so steeped in treacle, how
could he refrain in good faith
from not lapping up
his talons’ misdirected nectar?
But that the bees, no, the bees
have a mind of their own…