Friday, July 26, 2013


Thing of beauty yes you are
But what is beauty anyway
Here to be tossed on the sea and disavowed by man
Because beauty surely cannot go away with him
On the long descent down
To the sterling abyss
In the deep of the ocean
Lies a home on the floor
Where you cry

Friday, July 12, 2013


Glittering and almost there
Is retrospect
I can feel the wave and smell your hair
In retrospect
So close and yet it never bends
This time of mine that never ends
So much I could have done with you
But my world has been cleft in two
In retrospect

Monday, June 10, 2013

Fast Food

Some cow somewhere
Maybe Nebraska, maybe Oklahoma
Suffered savagely so I could be satisfied
A slice of him inside me
So neatly arranged on some rack he was
Valuable innards lined up like jewels,
Miscellaneous organs like eyes discarded
And I unconsciously join the culture of deadness
Dead as the cow, dead as the blade,
Dead as a link on a chain
Dead as the single-file consumers of deadness
Growing more plastic, convenient, and deader
Every day with every real meal deal that goes down

Thursday, May 2, 2013


You look fabulous
A fabulous bundle of thrills
In your cashmere sweater spun in Mongolian mills
Where Monsanto pesticides spring up sickening wheat
And sweating young peasants fight for water and meat
In your shoes made of hide scored from well hidden farms
And diamonds born of fear of nuclear arms
Simply fabulous 

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Finish Line

My loved one
Cried a river on my body
My loved one
Laid some flowers at my feet
My loved one 
Waited hours for my breathing
My loved one
Is the one that I will meet
My loved one 
Is the leader of all races
My loved one
Changed my blood straight into wine
My loved one 
Waited hours for my breathing
My loved one
Waited at the finish line

Tuesday, March 19, 2013


My mind like a sky
Full of stars few of clouds
Opened out to the heavens
And flying things

All I invented
Became a boomerang
And the boom in the world
Still rumbles where I

Was beheaded 

Thursday, February 28, 2013


All the world was slanting
Slanting hard for gold
Confident, diagonal,
But I have arched
Of all the things I could have done
I arched
They were targeting the sun
Made it at least up to the moon
But I found just another hole in the ground
Because I arched
My throat was parched
The night was dark
I could bear to stretch no more
Forgive me while you gravitate
Toward what is glittering and scintillating  
Another mirage to me
Who finds only craters here
Where I have arched