Tuesday, October 28, 2014

untie

there are three kinds of people in this world
those who please, those who are displeased,
and those for whom pleasure is exalted
those who yell, those who are abashed by yelling
and those who are irredeemably silent
those who say yes, those who say no,
and those who want to say no (or who say yes, but)
those who knit their brows,
those who laugh at you for knitting
and those who untie you



Thursday, September 04, 2014

lapse

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

amazing

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

realia

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