The day breaks

The day breaks

Sunday, March 23, 2014

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

Friday, March 21, 2014


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


I’d hug her still

She might just need it

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Damnable Fact

It is entirely possible
Construction does not draw correlation
With communication


And even if it does
What I’m looking for
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

Saturday, February 8, 2014

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

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

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

Friday, January 31, 2014

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

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  

Sunday, January 26, 2014

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
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!


Saturday, January 18, 2014


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
Looks to us

Off shore
We still have lighthouses
Town meetings

To decide our fate

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

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


Sunday, January 12, 2014

This warm day in October

There are Wooly Bears and
Paper wasps everywhere

Yellow Legs and Tree Swallows

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

We see Wooly Bears
And Paper Wasps everywhere

Saturday, January 11, 2014

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
A warning against the dangers
Of alternate current

I’m sure fantasied
About Edison’s
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
Electrocute you

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Snow and Ice infused with Sand

The gravity of the moment
First look at your reflection

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


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
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