Friday, June 28, 2013

Myopic Gem Merchant on Brink of Bankruptcy


Oh, mensch! How you thought
You weighed everything laid out
Before you with a mean grocer’s eye—

No more! 

Now stranded you see nothing
Precious here, not even priceless lapis
Lazuli blue lapping fabled pebbled shore. 




Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Alone, Listening to What the Waves Have to Say


Sitting here in this inlet 
Secluded, not believing what 

You hear, you could almost 
Forget what brought you here. 


Monday, June 24, 2013

Saloon Sharp Shooters, Raymond, Washington, circa 1950


Now that one last dude has shot 
His wad of nickels into the belly of the beast 
And cleared out just before closing time, in comes 
That upstairs Greek immigrant tenement urchin who starts 
Biting the dust under the row of abandoned pinball machines. 

He knows if he hangs in there and keeps 
A sharp eye out for any strays, the understanding 
Irish lady of the saloon will once again look 
The other way and let him pocket 
One more buffalo head or two, surely 

A good day’s killing for the likes 
Of the both of them. 



Friday, June 21, 2013

Who Else Out There Thought Facebook Was Only Going to Be a Passing Phase?


Friends, say you posted 

The full moon is like a poem 
That moves you— 

Could you wait around a month for it 
To become marble so you could feel 

Moved enough to like it again? 



Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Bodies of Summer


Onto the parched flanks of the sprawling 
Olive grove opposite, the midday sun throws 
An inkling of what passes for shade 
Under each canopy of blasted limbs. 

(Though under the cover of the veranda, 
You still dare not move for the heat.) 

Slowly stretching their legs, 
The crazed thrumming incessant 
Cicadas will soon burst full-blown 
Through the skin of your teeth. 



Sunday, June 16, 2013

Evenfall


blue 

mist rising 
from blue 

mountain 
hollows 

darkening 
blue- 

black 
swallows 

sky 



Thursday, June 13, 2013

Spreading Paronomasia Being a Conceit


Paranoia strikes deep— 

For what it’s worth, 
Think hard when you find

The world splayed out 
At your feat. 






Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Elementary Subterfuge, My Dear


Out of sight, out of mind? 
Possibly, maybe even perhaps 

But just in case you forgot 
If you chance to look back, 

What you see is what you’ve got, 
No getting round that. 




Sunday, June 9, 2013

Collateral Damage


This child will not stoop to listen 
To droning cold-blooded explanations 
As to why war exists and why 
There must be winners and losers— 

All this child wants is to hear 
The smallest heart beat. 



Thursday, June 6, 2013

Epitaph


It’s time I got this off my chest— 
The more I put down on paper, 
The less my soft heart felt
Like a marble headrest. 


Monday, June 3, 2013

I, As in "Nothinglikeness"


I once wrote 
A poem ending 
With a word I made up— 

Nothinglikeness. 

I wanted it to be 
About light and how light 
Would be if light were like 

A void 

And I found myself leaping 
Out of the clear blue 
Clear through it. 


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