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July 20, 2011 – My Kingdom for an Autosave

What are you doing with my Quiddich broom, woman?

There’s power in the walls we raise around
ourselves. From endless universe we carved a room
inside a home, inside a life and wound
up in the middle – desperate for a broom

that will sweep out the billion tiny bits
that we don’t think belong to us. But sand
remembers so much more than that which fits
within a boot’s cracked heel. A mountain and

a river and an ocean greater than
our rooms could ever hold is lost when we
are disconnected. No load of tillings can
return the traces of our latency.

Remain aware as we retread old trails
and pray we’re saved before our power fails.


July 25, 2011 at 7:55 am Leave a comment

July 18, 2011 – Quit making Masonic Hand Gestures at the Potato Salad

And Fred said, "Oh yeah that reminds me, we're out of ketchup too."
Those five relentless hydra heads that glut,
that gorge, that ravage all the world and shriek
for more, want out – out of in; out to seek
to fill an appetite for hunger. But
they only snap at shadow prey, for what
goes in can taste of out no longer. Meek
are they without the mind that binds them – weak
like fistless fingers. Were they ever cut
adrift to search without the means to clutch,
then in and out would stagger through. Detached
thoughts like advancing pawns would leap and when
the play’s completed leave the board. The touch
before that thought from whence the game is hatched
feels nothing like the reach of out or in.

July 22, 2011 at 4:56 am Leave a comment

17-08-2009 RIP Mr. Limpett

What is the deal with all the eyebrows?The stars fade in. On pounding breasts we bear
their werewolf winks and watch them feast upon
the twilight in our hearts. But body scares
much easier than mind. Remember dawn

and let night thump and squeek and clatter. We
need not fully explain each noise within
its dark embrace, demanding certainty
with fish-eyed terror. Far beyond your skin

such monsters lurk in tales – with rigid shapes
cast badly. Yet hair clambers up your spine
before you feel their breath upon your nape.
Flickering gasps escape your lips. From mine

“Ah” turns to “Ha” and for a moment I
forget my fear you’ll someday say goodbye.

August 19, 2009 at 10:52 am Leave a comment

Jughead is the Worst Wingman Ever

You sir, are no Goose

You cherish petals and the stems and all
the soil that clings between the roots. You care
for every bud and green aphid that crawls
beneath its leaves. Your love is plenty. Life

is plenty – good enough to fill the world
with winds that sing cool and sting like a knife
upon the skin. What flowerpot would shake
fists at a breeze that bears the seeds the curled

lip of an empty vase rejected? Break
this terracotta shell. Its shards first burst
upon the potter’s wheel. But do not tear
your heart out with the same fingers. They’re cursed

to love and love and love as dark moons pry
in vain and stars dance clockwise in the sky.

August 12, 2009 at 11:18 am Leave a comment

03-27-2009 The Secretary-Debutante Time Paradox

I was pretty sure that tardiness was part of Archie's schtick, so I'm not sure how he qualified for perfect attendance

Your fields are full. And I’m no more than one
obedient unemptiness upon
a curveless row – hands rising with the sun
and falling with the earth. My heart has gone

someplace the rolling present cannot reach.
Here I am: hear me, see me, touch me. I
am here so you can measure who will breach
your rules the most. But deeper urgings try

to part the raging seas cresting within
a sloshing bucket – waves that will thwart the arch
supported balance of your stride like ten
columns of chariots against the march

of vengeful waters. Here raging before
the calm, my heart will want, will seek, will more.

March 31, 2009 at 4:43 am 1 comment

3-06-2009 Mr. Clenchyfists and Helium Head

Laser beams are ok too, but you don't get the Cardiovascular workout

The I –  me – arching ε – the archery
Zeno’s arrow and elbow drawn to go
wherever never afterglowing she
wanted me wanting her to know, “Tiptoe

slow past the god-father figure it out
for yourself-righteous indignation.” Wide
eyed, Mister Hideandseekanddestroy spouts
smoke signalled shouts from moustachebristlingpride

of lionsmane. Horizons strain the star
acrossted love entangled in a brain
unangled by the harhar manglescars
so far so goodygoodygumdropped plane-

same as the monkeystones we fit to be
to gather up an arch He thought was me.

March 7, 2009 at 4:19 am Leave a comment

3-03-2009 Versace’s new Bibbidy-Bobbity-Boo collection

It's from Versace's new Bibbidy-Bobbity Boo collection

They’re dancing now in the dark ballroom. Are
you almost ready? Let us gather night
around us and depart. I’ll draw the far
entangling darkness closer that you might

adorn yourself in gleaming stars. The moon
and planets will not say a word. For they
are too enraptured in the spin to swoon
about your beauty…so am I. The way

a dew-dropped flower clasps the dawn is no
more good than bad. No, I said no, it’s just
an urge. It dances. Yes. It dances, go
no further with your lips unless they lust

to dance with mine. Silently kiss, we kiss
again we kiss in utter speechlessness.

March 6, 2009 at 7:47 am Leave a comment

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