Friday, December 31, 2010

has anybody even looked over this armistice?

in between you and now
and the bully with his sow
is the old dream again
like an egg under its hen

senators congressmen
feed the mall
freeze up the yogurt
or pockmark the stalls

in between you and now
and the bully with his sow
is the old dream for rent

...or if we watch the market and our wallets we could maybe someday buy?

Sunday, December 12, 2010

you don't really
want anything
except to know
you could have it if you did

i showed you something from the sea
foam on your lip reminded me

what was that again
on the off-chance
i might have to remember

Friday, December 3, 2010

pragmatic, blue-collared green poem

//this is a space i've made onscreen to push apart the garish scenes that smart my eyes
(eye my smarts)

everything that is for free would fall upon you naturally
but ask the racehorse for just one quote oh how much sir to sew my oats

disregard in whose regard you'd rise in turn with this canard: it will find you broke and sour
like the sexed up horse per hour

....please inform the maitre'd
                  i'm coming back
                          for his               apostrophe//

Thursday, December 2, 2010

we were waist deep in the deep waste, searching for madrigal's shotput. he had broken some records in the early seventies, rekindled the habit recently, and was clumsier than ever. we poked through bits and chards of vinyl for the dark black heavy ball.

madrigal recanted a poem while the hard jagged plastic gnawed and scraped at our heels:

The verse I'd nurse to help us through
Would not but make the pain sting worse.
It failed us when we should have hailed
A miracle to lift the curse.

and that's how madrigal came to stick with prose for a good, long while.