Sunday, November 27, 2016

Pollyanna space thrill
a cup full of wastrel
the finger lingers
hovers above the dyke
waters rise nonchalant
landlubbers are drunk
how do I stop it
this vitriol
this waste from the font
how do I cop to the
the fight and the pace
illuminated hate spills into Times Square
white rage
and the umbrage 
that will reverb like hot phlegm
it makes me see rage
it makes me see them
when, in my bunny slippers, robed and asleep
I choose to count warriors
instead of sheep
it’s a Pollyanna
I am in the first car
when it returns to the base
I’ll re-ride the black star
the cyclone hits again and again
I’m fucked if I lose
I’m fucked if I win
there you are
here I am
in the midst of a war
there you are
here I am

this is it so far

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

even then
uneven time
even then
the salted wound
even then
the men, the men
and the women were something to fear

even now
the memory post it
even now
given grace by a story
the knowing look
away from the stage
where you have chosen to be
where you will age

even then
uneven now
even then
departing gloom
even then
the men, the men

and the women are something to fear

Thursday, November 10, 2016


the dying goes on and on
like a waltz undressing a song
the windows are open
birds leave their wires
alignments betrayed
and the dying goes on and on
help me I cried
give me reason to live
while the dying goes on and on
like a monk with a lotto win
manifest your future
you silly old cow
she says with a wide apple grin
help’s on the way
make your intentions clear
the dying goes on and on
the living take longer to win
there’s a bird on the wire
with a message that comes
none too soon
manifest your future
take charge of the fire
don’t follow the rest
plant yourself on the island marooned
scrape the sand from your heart
uncover the jewel
leave your life in the hands
of this big poochy moon

For Maria