Something thought of while de Kooning was discussed
and underneath it all
(those lights blaring symphonically
from rooms left unexplored)
he was a firefly blinking out, at a distance
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Millipede
for Laura Brown
as you climb up that leafy stalk
chewy I imagine you
crunchy perhaps against the snapping verdancy
like a mustard spread salty against lettuce
you smeared would be delicious
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Broken Ankles
those demoiselles chopped even further
the cracked angles of curves
dislocated past the point of recognition
perhaps taking it too far
replacing those faulty brush strokes
with those of women more put together
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
7/29/09
Sea
epic pointillist
salt burnt against the boat's edge
rowing back and forth
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Ephemeral
like the car sirens as the
spinning light/sound cuts through
the humidity, the daze as I cross the street
unconsciously, just barely missing the screech
of wheels fast-paced as they ride up against
the rubber of new shoes, just missing hot flesh/
tired flesh, it too, ephemeral
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Together
some words, when you say them
like the sound of clogs as you walk up
stylishly architectured wooden floors
that scuffing sound
that choking-as-if-trying-to-escape, persistent sound
to -- like the ball of the foot catching
the sound before the slide and fall-- gether
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epic pointillist
salt burnt against the boat's edge
rowing back and forth
-------------------------------
Ephemeral
like the car sirens as the
spinning light/sound cuts through
the humidity, the daze as I cross the street
unconsciously, just barely missing the screech
of wheels fast-paced as they ride up against
the rubber of new shoes, just missing hot flesh/
tired flesh, it too, ephemeral
--------------------
Together
some words, when you say them
like the sound of clogs as you walk up
stylishly architectured wooden floors
that scuffing sound
that choking-as-if-trying-to-escape, persistent sound
to -- like the ball of the foot catching
the sound before the slide and fall-- gether
--------------
Friday, July 24, 2009
7/24/09
Irascible
The radio announcer
when the show's gone wrong
you see him through the glass wall
his head in hands
shouting at all that disturb his
delicate solitude
an image out of a fifties film
picturesque disquietude
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Shaniqua is crazy
the frightened rabbit in the coop
hearing the sound of the jackal outdoors
ah, how the fear streams through fur
as if anticipating the external flow of blood
the jackal unknowing, unseeing, unsmelling
loud, boisterous, he laughs at the moon.
---------------
Sparrow
Looking to skip stones riverside,
I told you
"you look like a sparrow"
and what I meant you didn't understand
though not some idea lost in translation
more the words pouring out my mouth a nonsensical flow of emotion
I meant to say:
"there is something in your cheekbones, your nose, your mouth,
something decidedly bird-like
resembling specifically a sparrow"
and there were other things, too
your teeth, which I think are a 7.2
and more...and more...
-------------------------
Poem for Jennie
there is something that catches me
each
and every
time
I look at those waves of color
as they distribute themselves
over the cover of your mind
sometimes it's a swooning feeling
otherwise just a
hello
The radio announcer
when the show's gone wrong
you see him through the glass wall
his head in hands
shouting at all that disturb his
delicate solitude
an image out of a fifties film
picturesque disquietude
---------------------------
Shaniqua is crazy
the frightened rabbit in the coop
hearing the sound of the jackal outdoors
ah, how the fear streams through fur
as if anticipating the external flow of blood
the jackal unknowing, unseeing, unsmelling
loud, boisterous, he laughs at the moon.
---------------
Sparrow
Looking to skip stones riverside,
I told you
"you look like a sparrow"
and what I meant you didn't understand
though not some idea lost in translation
more the words pouring out my mouth a nonsensical flow of emotion
I meant to say:
"there is something in your cheekbones, your nose, your mouth,
something decidedly bird-like
resembling specifically a sparrow"
and there were other things, too
your teeth, which I think are a 7.2
and more...and more...
-------------------------
Poem for Jennie
there is something that catches me
each
and every
time
I look at those waves of color
as they distribute themselves
over the cover of your mind
sometimes it's a swooning feeling
otherwise just a
hello
Thursday, July 23, 2009
7/22/09
Marly
passing cumulus
eclipse
your face I missed
I thought
walking through thick crowds
thinning
I saw your face in another's
not yours, truly
but similar enough to
provoke memory
the moon of last night
as the clouds passed over
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Love Poem for My Girlfriend
Like the glue in those special tubes
I'm afraid this glue,
this glue has stuck me to you
the emergency room
they say will help me get it off
but suddenly, I have no desire to.
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Fearless
rickety rails-
on a carriage to the distant
the prayer
patron of don't crash-
the arms as they wrap round
cushions caked with courageousness
racing onwards
rail through the mountains
Sunday, July 19, 2009
7/18/09
Portrait of Wendell
what hides behind sunglasses
painted silver?
some kind of
aesthetic mix
a dark brown and olive green
like nature
-forest
I wonder what eyebrows look like
upside down.
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Poem for Diana
Days spent like a mirage
the recurring processes
each action folding into another
no patience to register the minute changes
discrete variables of our time
what hides behind sunglasses
painted silver?
some kind of
aesthetic mix
a dark brown and olive green
like nature
-forest
I wonder what eyebrows look like
upside down.
-------------
Poem for Diana
Days spent like a mirage
the recurring processes
each action folding into another
no patience to register the minute changes
discrete variables of our time
Thursday, July 16, 2009
7/16/09
Halfrican-American
elsewhere
the vague continent of origin
a forgotten relic
this addition of heritage of such import
we race to describe
ethnicity
the cross we bear
"ah, my mother's from...
but she lives in...
though she's really..."
in truth
just words
words to tear down bridges
----------------
The Unknown
It is amazing
what such a small word can hide
the assumption
when broken in half
delving into it
hands covered in silence
the cacophonous noise withdrawn
the safety within
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When People Walk Dogs in the Dog Park, They Look at the Dogs and Think How Differently They Look Never Considering How Different Are the People Walking Them
the stench of the first arrival
he looks around
so does she
the faces
as different from one as the other
the empathetic mix of domesticated and domesticator
the run
the run wild
with color
size/shape
looking up
the difference rests unnoticed
-at least on his end.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
7/15/09
Computers
the manual hand
scribe of the millenia
outwritten
by the computing machine
mass of metal wire
plastics to conquer the world
word processor
to miss the clack
the crash
the poor manual hand
as it aches forgotten
----------------
4
Four stops away on the metro
deep evening light
cityscape glides through the window
respiration/expiration
from the outside to the in
Four long minutes to wait
next stop
boarding/descending
the cold pastic turned warm
just barely uncomfortable
three stops away on the metro
--------------------
Teenage daughter doesn't listen to Father
unfortunately
you don't know
everything
as old as you are
as gray as your hair is
the words that pile out of your mouth
hang in the air
with such exceeding weight
mean nothing but trouble
and I
stay out
of
trouble
at all costs
I will leave them hanging
the manual hand
scribe of the millenia
outwritten
by the computing machine
mass of metal wire
plastics to conquer the world
word processor
to miss the clack
the crash
the poor manual hand
as it aches forgotten
----------------
4
Four stops away on the metro
deep evening light
cityscape glides through the window
respiration/expiration
from the outside to the in
Four long minutes to wait
next stop
boarding/descending
the cold pastic turned warm
just barely uncomfortable
three stops away on the metro
--------------------
Teenage daughter doesn't listen to Father
unfortunately
you don't know
everything
as old as you are
as gray as your hair is
the words that pile out of your mouth
hang in the air
with such exceeding weight
mean nothing but trouble
and I
stay out
of
trouble
at all costs
I will leave them hanging
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