Friday, November 27, 2009


Your smoke does float
but so far yonder, and only
for others
on unclogged skies.
Lying around on clouds!

Ponytailed birds begin
to look like you.
They drift through doorways in my home
and bump into the windows.

Thursday, November 26, 2009


Where are you?
Can you be traced?

Squinting up
at sixty volts
You poor thing!

Her shadow recommends her.

Will it speak?

She puts lipstick on
her shadow.



A sky is blue,
I’ve seen the posters.
Your cheeks are blue, too.
Up goes my sun burnt dad
with magic, the TV works, wa-lah!

Sun in sandals,
ponytail in the sky.
And for you in my window, always…

I’ll go where the dog goes,
beneath the porch, to blush.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Lunch Poem

Three cheese noodle bowl, 5% juice drink
Wondering where Berman's promised
Jewish wine will pour forth from

A discarded object of worship
Or a plaything for cats,
I am one of these

For she who I adore
Adores me no more
Howl, howl, howl

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Haiku via Mark

I would cry
If I was in a spaceship
and I saw the Earth.

Monday, November 2, 2009

WWJD if he went to college

Never learned a lesson
just read more inspirational posters

Fuck giving I'm done giving
Deciding what I would do
and doing the opposite

Your birthday party the last obligation and frontier
Shoving not showing
my frayed ends into what experts say
will be a beautiful gulch
someday bright

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Hi, Don't Come Closer

I was a botched attempt in human sacrifice
sweeping the lighthouse.
Every wave was a symbol
smashed into the rocks.

I was a beached priest.
I came here to see cross-sections
of the shore.
Sure enough, the city reflected in your bedroom window,
swallowed up.

I had a creamy upper lip.
I was climbing a rusty staircase
to your ankle.
You waved with a stiff arm
like you meant
Hi, Don’t come closer.