that summer
was a wishing well
golden coins -
we threw ourselves
in sacred water
splashing gods
to tell them
we are here
Eusebeia Philos
Other worlds exist beneath the surface of my assumptions.
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Worth the While of Questions
the questions make it
worthwhile
why else do we
wipe our feet
on the welcome mat of
a warm sand shore
look through an ocean
of everything
waiting without taking
a step
lest we drown in ambiguities
seeing if the distance
between the ends
has squeezed together
the back door
becomes the front door and
we pass through
an amusement park
where barkers bark
the challenge of a mental game
step up and give the answer
we pay whatever they ask
throw whatever they place
in our hands
so we do quick calculations
and throw
and recalculate
an imagined success
and the over-sized prize
of a fuzzy bear stuffed with
every answer from
a foreign shore
while
plastic rings spin above
to and from glass bottle
to glass bottle
touching
deflecting
never choking
their empty necks
answers bounce
bounce
making a wonderful ping
ping
delighting the ears but
throw as many rings
as you like
it's rigged
the angle's wrong
the rings are undersized
the words were poured out
before you ever got up that morning
leaving an empty space
of swarming motions
unoccupied
unattached
to anything that would take
the need of
our questions
away
worthwhile
why else do we
wipe our feet
on the welcome mat of
a warm sand shore
look through an ocean
of everything
waiting without taking
a step
lest we drown in ambiguities
seeing if the distance
between the ends
has squeezed together
the back door
becomes the front door and
we pass through
an amusement park
where barkers bark
the challenge of a mental game
step up and give the answer
we pay whatever they ask
throw whatever they place
in our hands
so we do quick calculations
and throw
and recalculate
an imagined success
and the over-sized prize
of a fuzzy bear stuffed with
every answer from
a foreign shore
while
plastic rings spin above
to and from glass bottle
to glass bottle
touching
deflecting
never choking
their empty necks
answers bounce
bounce
making a wonderful ping
ping
delighting the ears but
throw as many rings
as you like
it's rigged
the angle's wrong
the rings are undersized
the words were poured out
before you ever got up that morning
leaving an empty space
of swarming motions
unoccupied
unattached
to anything that would take
the need of
our questions
away
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Change
I walked in circles to the corner
to ease my pain.
Folks stared at display windows
stiff legged
looking for change.
to ease my pain.
Folks stared at display windows
stiff legged
looking for change.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Particulars
what are the particulars
exactly
of imagination
that bleed so real
so far away
from flowing
veins
exactly
of imagination
that bleed so real
so far away
from flowing
veins
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Wall
we've all climbed that wall
looking over
strained
to see a different madness
mine is so ordinary
#5lines
looking over
strained
to see a different madness
mine is so ordinary
#5lines
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Cardboard Boxes
the move is done,
from may to july,
from country to city,
cardboard boxes taped full
of stuff you forgot you
ever owned or regretted
buying
on sale
had to have
garage sale deal
better off without
if only there was an available
dumpster
for the bullshit.
endless forms and papers
that protect banks and
mortgage lenders
from losing their precious pennies
they want to lend to you with
a smile
and a blue ball point pen.
borrowed and leased
vehicles, some packed efficiently,
others
oh fuck, let's get this over with,
shifting contents with every turn
and sudden stop, damn, this
is a big truck to empty
again
again, again...
you get it.
now, we're all happy
to be in the Village that's
really a city
with its back end butted
against
that east cleveland blight,
they say.
I don't know.
seems pretty good here,
that popular buzz about
diversity -
every gender identity and race with
healers and poets,
transcendental dopers, old lady
dog walkers scooping
fresh fecal lumps from the neighbor's
tree lawn,
young black couples - boy and boy,
girl and girl - holding hands skipping
down the street
singing a song, they think
oz is up the incline and around
the corner, they
don't care (why should we),
the overstuffed transvestite top has
five o'clock shadow and
wants to fight
anyone
who says otherwise,
and too fast drivers from stop
sign
to stop sign
on the phone 'cuz Lord knows
your life is so small you
better fill it with blah-blah-blather
like a
wide-eyed
epicurean got his hands on an
all you can eat without getting
sick buffet.
the boxes are now
in every room of the new house,
undecided about where they'll stay
or go.
burn 'em, I say,
for a fresh
start.
from may to july,
from country to city,
cardboard boxes taped full
of stuff you forgot you
ever owned or regretted
buying
on sale
had to have
garage sale deal
better off without
if only there was an available
dumpster
for the bullshit.
endless forms and papers
that protect banks and
mortgage lenders
from losing their precious pennies
they want to lend to you with
a smile
and a blue ball point pen.
borrowed and leased
vehicles, some packed efficiently,
others
oh fuck, let's get this over with,
shifting contents with every turn
and sudden stop, damn, this
is a big truck to empty
again
again, again...
you get it.
now, we're all happy
to be in the Village that's
really a city
with its back end butted
against
that east cleveland blight,
they say.
I don't know.
seems pretty good here,
that popular buzz about
diversity -
every gender identity and race with
healers and poets,
transcendental dopers, old lady
dog walkers scooping
fresh fecal lumps from the neighbor's
tree lawn,
young black couples - boy and boy,
girl and girl - holding hands skipping
down the street
singing a song, they think
oz is up the incline and around
the corner, they
don't care (why should we),
the overstuffed transvestite top has
five o'clock shadow and
wants to fight
anyone
who says otherwise,
and too fast drivers from stop
sign
to stop sign
on the phone 'cuz Lord knows
your life is so small you
better fill it with blah-blah-blather
like a
wide-eyed
epicurean got his hands on an
all you can eat without getting
sick buffet.
the boxes are now
in every room of the new house,
undecided about where they'll stay
or go.
burn 'em, I say,
for a fresh
start.
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