Thursday, September 04, 2014


since then i've wondered about our peculiar pet
we never talked about how to kill our darling
and when the time came we botched the job
that's no way to treat the living, panting animal
we nurtured all those years, sick as it was

the past several months with knitted brows
i've rehashed the details of how we 
murdered the poor, feeble thing
today, running down the stairs, i missed it
for just one despairing moment, then i rallied

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

meet r

vertigo plagues him
the irony is charming
now he's in orbit

Thursday, July 24, 2014

the truth

my taciturn farmer grandfather
doesn't sit on his porch
complaining about his dry fields
he isn't nostalgic about the dwarf wheat
you wouldn't guess it to look at him
that he's spending his last years on earth
silently judging your choice of wedding linens

Sunday, June 08, 2014


listen, if the gators in needville
rise from their satisfied dozing
untie your red tennis shoes
delicately with their teeth
while you stand there stunned
hoping to be devoured
because waiting is too unfathomable
i still don't want to hear this word

Saturday, May 31, 2014

open source

since that time i witnessed the
professional mourner
i have a beginners mind
also, too, and similarly
as per our last and easily
most superfluous conversation
i cannot (ability)
and i do not want (motivation)
to stop walking away

Tuesday, May 13, 2014


my darling does radio calisthenics
on the rooftop of our apartment building
he knows no one ever looks up
it's exciting nonetheless to be there
and realize he will eventually be locked out

my darling writes poems in tiny lettering
at the top of the wall just before the ceiling
he knows no one ever looks up
it's exciting nonetheless to know they're there
and will eventually be painted over

my darling is an international weed photographer
dashing off to remote locales
he knows everyone looks down
it's exciting nonetheless to capture these wilds
so common they're consistently ignored

Wednesday, May 07, 2014

inventory of animal surprises in no particular order

feral cat ambling by, dead baby squirrel in its mouth
dead bird, dead beetle, dead bee, dead bug
tiny bird loosing tiny muck on my arm

hawk dropping its prey to stop it from squirming
there was an eagle when we were bored with our friends
racoons in broad daylight playing in the trees
crows spying on squirrels and their stashes

sometimes hummingbirds have a distinct u-shaped
flight pattern complete with the doppler effect for sound

we stared open-mouthed as the frog stalked the jerusalem cricket
snared it with its sticky tongue and swallowed it in one mouthful
before disappearing through a crack in the cement

we thought we discovered that aggressive bug
in your living room as it bolted across the floor
named it the two-headed baby bug

everyone remembers their first encounter
with el niƱo de la tierra