Archive for November, 2006
28 Nov
Ever since Molly narrowly avoided a semi (or was it the other way around?) three years ago, she’s been living on borrowed time. Then she sliced open the main artery on her leg and barely avoided bleeding to death before our vet friend managed to stitch her up. Last night, she took off and ended up at the neighbor’s trash buffet. After ignoring our calls for an hour, she decided to come home, across the highway. Thank god the driver was paying attention and had decent breaks.
I don’t know how many lives dogs have, but I know Molly’s supply is slowly dwindling.
28 Nov
Spray
Dog forges into the night
and prances back with incendiary stink,
slips into the house,
hey, look what I found!
Later, there’ll be a bath,
much scrubbing and whimpering and shaking,
but for now, the house can
prowl through darkened frosty fields
confident its prey will be confused
by the scent of a two-story skunk.
27 Nov
A little rhyme
I thought about rhyming
one fog-soup morning
It’s all the rage in the city;
every poet worth
a kosher-salt-and-rosemary
bagel and small skim latté grandé
is doing it.
Just once won’t hurt;
heck, I might even like it.
How will I know if I don’t try?
27 Nov
Kahn
This morning, I am the usurper,
covered in fragrent wood ash,
cheeks flushed from wielding the axe,
who moves the cat,
curled and peaceful, dozing Holstein,
from his place on the couch,
all soft edges and cushioned warmth.
I am the Genghis Kahn of the living room,
rearranging all to my liking
with fire and arrows of harsh words,
sweeping across the plains on the backs
of my trusty slippers and blue jammies.
27 Nov
Erratic Mouse
Cursor zags up-screen
but mouse was sliding sideways;
caution: new drivers.
27 Nov
Excursion
As custom dictates,
I survey my domain
from my early-morning throne
and relaxing back dissolve,
with everything else, to atoms
flowing through the universe
on the nickel tour of pulsing nebulae;
We’re each our own shooting star,
unconstrained by relativity or dogma,
focused entirely, for this instant,
on the black hole below.
27 Nov
Catch Up (I)
Eating, not posting,
is how I made my trouble;
me and my big mouth.
Catch Up (II)
I could have warned
that silence was imminent
but what fun is that?
Catch Up (III)
Words made electrons
slip my grasp like friendly ghosts,
waltzing through the night.
26 Nov
But I have a good excuse, what with being out of town for Thanksgiving and all…
I’ll bring things up to date later today or early tomorrow.
Ciao, dawg.
(The use of westren European haute culture’s favorite leave-taking word along side my neo-gutter-rapper-semi-slang just shows to go ya that I’m so hip, my jeans are extra wide.)
22 Nov
Telescope
Do you ever look over your shoulder
at golden yesterdays
filled with acid regret?
I once took the nickel tour
walked familiar paths
but as a ghost of yesterday,
an inkling of the future;
nobody knew my name.
I glanced at myself,
hurrying past, busy to the next hoop,
through the long ground glass,
quarter-hungry,
perched on a dizzying high rail,
and the view was magnificent.
21 Nov
A Love Poem
How do I tell you,
my love,
what you mean
what you are to me?
Do I dust off an old saw,
reset the teeth
in a bid to make a rusty blade bite;
roses, sunset, dew
any of these are
fine. Nice, even.
Run from the room
fingers shaping elf on forehead.
Or do I get all new-edge with it?
It’s like, you see,
my heart’s all, you know,
you know?
Then there’s the avant-natural-realist-expressionary
vision of you,
my sweet avocado,
my juicy garden slug,
what slimy guacamole you make.
In the end, though,
you are for me
what I hope, strive
to be for you.