Tuesday, April 24, 2007

...stupid poetry game...

Tables aren’t for this heroine.

Trees build themselves up.

Dangerous Bees?

No more heroes for table tennis

in Bowling Green.

I don't want to be part

of your...

(for Colin)

Monday, April 16, 2007

...outside of the classroom...

the poor poor children

of Virginia

are crying

as nightmares

of coming to class

naked as the day

we came into the world

go out just the same

covered in blood

and the end of innocence

is nobody's salvation

but the damned

and the disturbed.

That man is inherently evil

and animal, territorio

clinging to the last of a kind

has been preached

that man must learn

to be saved through truth

beauty music and knowledge

despite the ease of the error

the laziness of the terrorist

and their affinity to a God

this gunfight is too easy

a poor man's fist

an uzi suicide

a penalty shot

and the kids

will never raise

their hands

again the way

they used to

and the end

of the system

we once knew

will be the end

of all that we

called the process

of education

now that it has

been taken

outside of the classroom

Friday, April 13, 2007

...new season...


to York

to Jersey

to Hampshire



New Winter

in America

(the kids now have

Winter Intersession

in April)


to snowfall

on Easter.


to Global

Climate Shifting

Gears of American



to New Winter

in New Jersey


Wednesday, April 11, 2007

...shameless plug...

This is not a poem...but these are mine, sort of...check out my "erasures" at the Wave Poetry website. Try them yourselves. It's a shitload of fun! And, you can actually produce some great poems. My students are working on similar texts as well.



Tuesday, April 10, 2007

...in a shell...


and everynight

the turtle is not sure

whether he should come out

and explore for knowledge

or for food, merely for nourishment

of the mind, or body

(Do I apply for the job or for the degree?)

(Do I eat or do I write?)

(Do I sink or do I sink?)

(Do I shed or do I crust?(

(Hardshell or Paperback?)

tomorrow and

the next tomorrow

if the turtle isn't given

room to grow

he simply won't

and he becomes attached

to the feeder fish

(no longer my prey,

they finish my sentences

with symbiotic assonance)

in a shell

turtle or nut?

pencil or window?

fashion or fusion?

Can there be any

smaller being

than the one who can't

see that it's all a trap?

(in a shell in a shell in a shell

am I trapped in a shell?)