Winking Out

Happy to see you

Lay by your side

Tangle in your feet

Watch him stretch

Take his place

Sprawled on a window sill

When you get off the road

The litter stays fresher longer

Nothing gets broken

Hear his feet

Shake the house

Upset something

Everything ends broken

Spins off into something else

Comes to rest next to a particulate friend

Flew

A particularly pernicious virus

Rides me a roller coaster

The clattering of the track

Rotten teeth of the clown

Where the first light cowers

Chained to its own inquisition

Steeled to the knowing

No God need do something

Like this

We spin and that is all

Till we collide

We ricochet

There is no place

We won’t go tonight

I bought an A ticket

From the arms of a child

Hugs heal…

But if I could identify

Which particular little snowflake

Gave me this gift that keeps on

Giving

I’d hug her still

She might just need it

cold duck on ice

Damnable Fact

It is entirely possible

Construction does not draw correlation

With communication

empirically

And even if it does

What I’m looking for

Is

The turn of the wheel

That gives us commonality

A way to see what you’re saying

Feel me

But if the way you seek

Is simply using words

To get to the heart of the matter

I want to touch you

Free of the artifice

That hides true intentions

And if that’s possible

In the end

We’ll know what you mean

That’s the problem

Hyphenated Name

The mix is rich today

Can’t find my phone

Walking the rooms

Maze and haze

Where are my keys

If there is a heaven

And we all secretly hope there is

Will there be bartenders

Can drunks on the steps

Drink all day in a neighborhood bar

Without dire consequences

I know a hot shots outcome rictus talisman

Bathroom spiking preoccupied with constipation

Locked door an early manifestation of DNR

So what

Why weigh one death more worthy of reflection

Every death’s an ending to earthly interaction

No damn shame in that

We don’t know what might have been

Certain only of what was left

Recordings of Lenny Bruce

Library of Babel

All the things you can’t take with you

I Believe in Circular Rotation

The snow comes a mute swan to cover my feet

Of clay to be rendered down when the weather warms

A puddles indentation briefest mention in a drought

Sing my days diminution a Beatles tune

Day tripper in a Somerset South Sea story

Dance for a sixpence without pants

Ignore the ignominious 
As they you

Tip your hat a swell in the deep end

Hold your nose against the din and all that 
That entails

Entrails and garden path’s lead you astray

Wink of a winsome lass pony tailed

Swishing hey how you doing

It warms mid afternoon light flickers on

Reflective surfaces distorts all images

Real or imagined in sleeps recesses

A nap most welcome settle for a quick smoke

Turn off the cell phone unplug the computer yank

Throw the modem over your shoulder for good luck

Hang your socks over the radiator slip on a disk

Play some NOLA Gris-Gris Tom Tom and Tambourines

Leave your hat on the turntable spinning

Trail of Slime

As you crawl home tonight

Look for the lurking horror under foot

The earth recoiling from your contact

Intuits the nature of this virus

man

Avoid ice and other reflective surfaces

Introspection would impede

Your development monster

Turning the reason you came here

Into a place you need to get away from

From time to time

Like children playing with

Tonka tractors on the kitchen floor

A pant load of bad decisions

Come to fruition

I pity your nanny  

To a Poet

If it would end in a heart beating no more

No more the pain not needed to endure

My back pages full never done

Enough for a simple poet

This is my beatitude

I like where I am and would dwell here

Forever

I love my life

My wife the home so much more

Than I deserve

My heart beat for the beats

Beat forever on the magic bus

Chanting his name over chianti

And Right on’s! from

The oh man!

Corner

Promontory

We are no more than the least

Hive like mentality

Cold blooded

Free will

Allows us the ability

To move mountains

Majesty is only a word

Amerika

Looks to us

Off shore

We still have lighthouses

Town meetings

To decide our fate

Sweet for Sonia and Afaa

Heart and head

Brass and woodwind

His house had lions

Symphony in his arms

Soundtrack forgotten

Until a friend reminds you

Via the internet

Something you should

Never forget

This is the road

Take it

How Jazz birthed you

When no one else cared to

Bop the days of your youth

Roll up here Rah soon

Rahsaan

Blow

This warm day in October

There are Wooly Bears and

Paper wasps everywhere

Yellow Legs and Tree Swallows

Murmuring

So many Blue Heron

in one place

I’m compelled 

To point them out

I’ll write it

A kayak trip

Through the marsh

Hunting the best

Photographic subjects

The expensive camera

       My expensive camera

In a ten year old's hands

What was I thinking?

The red knot in my throat

Wants to know

It all works out

He takes a few shots

Anyone would be proud of

And we talk

About things we like

That which we don’t

What we’ll do next

Time

We see Wooly Bears

And Paper Wasps everywhere

Carcass as Mitigation - Emergency Measures

Poor Pachyderm court ordered put down

For stomping to death several handlers

You could say her end was permitted

Edison the elephant executioner

Laced his victim’s last meal

With cyanide

To insure expediency

The electrocution

Merely

A warning against the dangers

Of alternate current

Tesla

I’m sure fantasied

About Edison’s

Demise

Occurring in much the same manner

Nicola never forgave Alva

The man owed him money

Menlo was an evil wizard

You owe me nothing

Have nothing I want

Yet I find it impossible

To pass your idiocy by

Without considering cyanide

I would not

However

Electrocute you

Snow and Ice infused with Sand

The gravity of the moment

First look at your reflection

How

Like a Beagle’s your eyes

Have become

You follow your nose

When you look for your keys

Grope for your trousers

This dream lies in the shadows

Waiting for the sun

Be there to meet it

Wait

Move through the morning

On bare feet and tiptoes

Take a walk to the water

Make sure that you listen

Whirls the sand and snow

Hellion of heavy weather

How

Like an enraged demon the ocean’s become

Know this

Keep everything covered

When you walk in a nor’ Easter

Lest some flying cosmic debris

Snatch off your hat

A real nightmare

At first light take stock of the damage

Once the wind subsides

Marvel at the quiet

Pick up the pieces

Snow Day 1/3/14