Saw them get out of their Lexus
to pick up their 10 and 11 year-old daughters
fat, affluent, they were out of
a George Grosz painting,
hands on porcine hips, obviously giving the girls
a lecture on the American Way.
Disgusted, I bent back over my book,
a biography of the Marquis de Sade, Read More
God Lives in the Country
I'm taking "God" back
from the Christian Coalition
I'm takin' it back from the
Institution, collection plate,
the Pope's got no business in my bedroom
or the wombs of unwed mothers. Read More
Winter’s taciturn realm asks nothing. Read More
Crowned in hushed browns and somber greens, it rules by turns with quiet song
then with pummeling winds obeying no one.
It will be dark soon everyday for months
Color hibernates, leaving behind
its essence to purr
in everything oblique light touches.
In the hush, it asks us to see, and see again,
to hear the echo of step
over moss covered ground,
The Times Asks Poets to Describe the Haze Over Seattle
No one asked me, but I would have said this apocalypse
looks like home. The laureate
says a grey gullet has swallowed
a molten coin, another calls it powered cadmium
and cirrhosis, dystopian, grotesque, a crematorium. Yes, Read More
Gangbanger Baptism, 1992
They are brought forth, the calf promptly fed, Read More
in trays and painted plates of gold,
in their Sunday best, their carpet rolled
for those who snatched dowry, who left them, who fled.
ELOI ELOI LAMA SABACHTHANI
for my Father and Luciano Iacobelli
spoken into flesh
caused my being
like hum to static
or consciousness returning
beatitude will fall softly
to lavish this sinner Read More
OLYMPIC HARVEST: A HAIKU SEQUENCE
daylight saving time
at ferry dock, daydreams rhyme,
take wing, fairly flock
hear not the melancholy
bebop of leaf rot Read More
you drift upon will bury you
and the books you read will make you question joy,
but reading mine with your bookmark,
reading mine in the light of
someone else, I am reminded
of that confident awkwardness Read More
Not some forgotten part
of the body — the spleen
or hair on the rim of an ear.
The mouth is wide, like a city.
Like horns in traffic, most words
are useless and annoying. Read More
quiet as the dawning sky, i sit
anticipating birdsong, unsure about the sun.
this stillness, my pilgrimage.
A dream vignette splintered into reality.
Sore muscles of last night’s workout.
A daily success, even before dawn.
Eyes half closed, coffee on my mind.
Reasons to call in, rejected by fierce routine.
“Alexa, play KEXP.” Read More
ROLLY CARTS Read More
I want an IKEA life with you.
One with gifts untold. I want
a life with one of those big
rolly carts - piled high with the
small things that will make our
lives maybe a little more
comfortable. I accept the challenges
of IKEA assemblages later.
You don’t believe he loves you, the man
who holds your hand.Who could love
so soon? He brings you in a rowboat
to an island in June. Come night he points
to owls swooping, stealthy, overhead.
Looks Like Faith
Chill southern winds shove and pummel grand
leafing maples, stately cedars, day after day from
one month into another, cracking off thick limbs,
hurling them to sodden ground impaled
by deadwood spears, strewn with ragged branches,
TO MY COLLEGE ROOMMATE
Remember my schedules,
color coded, fixing x—
number of hours to draft
this paper, read that
solve those problem sets,
even minutes to spend at breakfast? Read More
BOTANIST AT THE WRITING WORKSHOP
Her white hair
a shock against deep green leaves
head bowed, pen in hand
a model of contemplation
observation, small and bird-like
Now that I’m nearly grown up Read More
sometimes the acid rain from years ago
burns my eyes
reminding me of how far we’ve travelled
and I won’t insist it is more bitter than sweet.
There was and remains too much good
through all of it.
DATING THE INFINITE
I went out with the infinite. Read More
We swapped spit
in the backseat of a jalopy.
while ignoring the movie.
Walked home from the parkinglot,
falling all over each other.
Detoured through the park.
Dallied on a bench.