Category: Poetry
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Pulse
How do we read stardust in fine print? How can we find silence within a constant chorus of speech and penitence? I hear only the uncertainty of two a.m. I see only the life of a dauntless troubadour, searching through the shadows and singing in riddles. You, the seeker of yes, a purveyor…
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One Man In His Time
Clever child, he put on the coy smile of such-a-good-boy, then the scrunch-nose and broken glasses of the spelling whiz, later the mirror-love of the adolescent athlete. As the years gathered, he tried on the glam glitter of the rock idol, the moping scowl of the short-bus kid, then black mascara goth with a snake-phallus…
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Starry Night
enchanted village sleep gentle, nestled in a valley of wishes. rest protected by your giant cypress sentinel, caressed by swirls and gyres of azure and white. breathe deep of magic starlight and float beneath a child’s golden moon illuminated by sacred stars, each a tawny crayon sun. my jaw drops at the mystery of…
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Vector
I’d be careful, carrying those secure, refrigerated, code locked boxes in the trunk, the dry ice filled to the brim, I’d pretend I was in the movie Mad Max. I’d look out for spies, for bio terrorists, for anarchists. I’d wear hard clothes, not leather but fake leather. I’d wear sunglasses but look…
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Little Fifteen
She wants to see with your eyes. She wants to smile with your smile. She wants a nice surprise. -Depeche Mode Talking to my daughter about moving to New York When I try to tell you a story about when I was twenty-two I see my own anxiety outlined in your arms and…
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Waking
The desert heat held us apart, Two strangers forced together By circumstance and sand. The traders’ stop behind us, We hurried on. Ahead, an oasis We’d heard of From travelling poets; Soft, wet soil Darkened by life. Waters to gorge on and Lose our memories Or bathe in and become immortal. The moon…
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Wax
Icarus was soaring at the moment of his fall. Wild-eyed ape-godling Rising to glorious damnation. His demesne below; Naked frothing flesh Jewl’d with a thousand fertile isles Where many fruits grow From a single tree. Not enough for this creator’s son, Who dared to rise and strike at heaven. Gaining, in apotheotic descent Immortal…
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child psychics
The kind of prophecies children give are more about showmanship than the world to come to enlarge my pupils the way another hand shrank and growled under mine I used to think the things I did to people in my grasp were magic but everyone can hit a muscle like this one and…
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walk woods
A homesick thing thinks about coyotes chewing on the inside more in the clearings walks past the cattails and thinks This used to be a marsh This wants to be a marsh again – pulls the stem off any dying dandelion and sees white blow out for the wind to eat You might be…
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In the 3rd museum to kick me out
my arm between the jaws of a marble wolf security guards ripping … To unlock the rest of this poem, join the Circus!
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The Curse of the Colonel
In 1985, the Japanese baseball team Hanshin Tigers won their first victory in the Japan Series. Fans celebrated the underdog’s win by gathering at the Dotonbori River and yelling each player’s name before a fan dressed as that player jumped into the water. Since there were no fans that looked like the American MVP Randy…
