Sunday, May 31, 2009

E.T.A.


The grass begins to stir
as if to sense someone on tip-toe
or the distant tunnel of earth-worms 
in their slippery persistence 
to surface towards a wash of rain 
impregnating the gather of clouds
still forming to the shape 
of their own forecast.

We sit and wait in the silence
between thunderclaps and count;
seconds into miles.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Trip

I have walked 
in many streets
through many cities
with you by my side
sometimes I'm steady
sometimes I'm falling
at times in tears
mostly laughing
always wrapped around

you have seen all of me
by sun or night-light
and yet you still want  
to walk with me 
and I still want 
to walk with you
and everyone can see
my eyes your eyes
always wrapped around.


Saturday, May 23, 2009

II. Porsche Meets Brown Dog

There she was playing with grown-ups
again feigning interest in their silly books
of Greek holiday photos 
(the sea looked so blue) trapped
in the living room of strangers

when their dog Charlie
lay down at her feet
put his paw on her leg
and rolled over as if to say

I trust you
please stroke me
and suddenly the blue of Santorini 
(in the surf and roll of a brown dog)
made utter and perfect sense.

America

Thursday, May 21, 2009

The Porsche Series

I.  Porsche falls in Love

Someone had finally made it all the way
through the funny video game she had created
across the make-believe moat to her 
bubblegum castle that many had tried
to swim before but had only been gobbled
up by their own psychedelic crocodiles or 
drowned by the swirl of whirlpools 
that really were nothing but chocolate 
ice cream in the bottom of her cut glass bowl.

There had never before been a prince 
that knew for sure that his white horse 
was made only of marshmallows and that
to get across the moat would only involve 
blowing bubbles into vodka and drinking
fresh squeezed lemonade and allowing 
that same breeze that carried her laughter 
to carry him too and now he had just simply 
arrived riding on the tip of a fountain pen -

and the castle walls suddenly morphed into
a big bouncy Zeppelin that carried them both
away across the fields and cities that at night
resembled only tiny boxes filled with jewels
that played songs when you lifted the lid
to reveal tiny ballerinas lost in the joy of a spin.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Brown Dog Series

She dreams she is asleep 
again between the paws
of the great brown dog

Monday, May 11, 2009

Eight

she can't wait eight
until she feels ten
until she's not sleeping

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Regurgitation

I won't stop thrusting
words down your throat
even if you're not hungry

Karta

So she jammed 
(Bob Marley and her were in sync) 
a stick into the electric (guitar) 
it's all about (short-circuiting) 
something that isn't - 

Right 

fenced in 
she climbed 
by piling up debris 
sitting atop the fence 
she scanned for 30 
minutes 

O such a horizon 
Is it better to go back? 
(tranquilizer guns poised) 
Orange of Orangutan 
I love your 
tenacity 

Oh say, can you see? 

It's all about recognizing - 
the genius of freedom. 


*dedicated to Karta the Orangutan 

http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/capress/090510/koddities/oddity_orangutan_escape 
If my life becomes a poem 
then kill me 
make me into a word or 
a metaphor 
put me in a little box of 
punctuation 
italics 

structure 

sort me out into a perfect 
vowel or sentence 
complete with periods 
that aren't painful 
and don't lead to men 
O - pause 
If my life becomes a poem 

Just kill me
- now.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

No Doubt



Take this pink ribbon off my eyes 
I'm exposed 
And it's no big surprise 
Don't you think I know 
Exactly where I stand 
This world is forcing me 
To hold your hand 

'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me 
Don't let me out of your sight 
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite 
So don't let me have any rights 
Oh ... I've had it up to here! 

The moment that I step outside 
So many reasons 
For me to run and hide 
I can't do the little things 
I hold so dear 
'Cause it's all those little things 
That I fear 

'Cause I'm just a girl 
I'd rather not be 
'Cause they won't let me drive 
Late at night 
I'm just a girl 

Guess I'm some kind of freak 
'Cause they all sit and stare 
With their eyes 
I'm just a girl 
Take a good look at me 
Just your typical prototype 
Oh... I've had it up to here I 
Oh... am I making myself clear? 

I'm just a girl 
I'm just a girl 
In the world... 
That's all that you'll let me be! 

I'm just a girl, living in captivity 
Your rule of thumb 
Makes me worry some 
I'm just a girl, what's my destiny? 
What I've succumbed to 
Is making me numb 
I'm just a girl ... my apologies 
What I've become is so burdensome 
I'm just a girl, lucky me 
Twiddle-dum there's no comparison 

Oh...I've had it up to! 
Oh...I've had it up to! 
Oh...I've had it up to here 

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Rolling Stones

Poot

Then poot your little hand in mine
There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb

I got you Bab (eroni).

- Sonny & Cher

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Laughter

you can tell by the eyes
laughter is serious
it's all in the eyes

Friday, May 1, 2009

Soft, soft into

night-fall 
still warm 
like pavement 
in August 

or the gut of 
a fresh kill 
so many 
vagrants 

with cold hands 
hover over 
unlit fires 
waiting 

Let them 
burn used books 
they cannot take away 
your scent 

pressed together 
between pages 
in that small shop 
on the second floor 

up the cobbled street 
next to the salt smell 
of ocean and boats 
markets and sweat 

where you did nothing 
but blow 
on the back of my neck 
as you passed by 

rack after rack 
of musty history