Wednesday, April 30, 2008

...lost birds and dogs...

the dog barks at the bird

in the rain

next to the garage door

the bird

flies away in the rain

into the trees

the man

with the dog

looks lost

he is staring

off into space


did the bark

or the vibration

send the bird away?

Monday, April 28, 2008

Saturday, April 26, 2008

...home at last...

a big day I'm sure.

I am worried, but confident.

Ones heart takes comfort

in the scenes of the familiar:

the dog, the cat, the yard.

I am sure seeing this

would heal my heart, too.

Take care of that little girl.

Take care of that little girl.

Monday, April 21, 2008

...the big joke...

with all of it

nothing was said enough

and everything was said

too much

and so the big joke

in the matter

was that all we did

was talk and talk

and the punchline

was literal, not

the traditional,

comedic sense

(self deprecation

not the depreciation

of one at the hand of the other);

the punchline

was four years long.

The realization, when

it comes to you,

will stick like a punch.

a punch line.



Sunday, April 20, 2008

...passed over...

uh, I know its an easy pun

(tis a tradition in the joke

of the reformed)

Call me Moshe

call me

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

...dizzy deck...

I asked them

was I really out?

Someone said

"hell yeah, hell fucking yeah."

Class dismissed.

Monday, April 14, 2008

...this is...

this is a fire:

it will end things.

Oxygen, for instance.

this is a nightmare:

it will fake endings.

Falling, for example.

this is codery:

this yes when no is meant.

Closing it all in.

this is open:

it will stay open:

Hoping, and such.

Sunday, April 13, 2008









...bullets over Bloomfield...

one shot after another

you kept firing

but at least the aim

was true

It's just a shame

you know

each one pierces

the other

as if no one

were even standing

in front of you

as if you never

even took aim

(I'm afraid to

know what else

you have hiding

in that chamber)

Friday, April 11, 2008

...return to sender...

this is what I have learned:

that the heart is more

powerful than the brain.

Think about all the innate

services of the heart:

blood flow and pressure

pumping and palpitating.

The message sent

from the brain is that

something is not right,

that someone is not able

to use the beat the same way we

are. This fear that the message

does not get sent.

But, this is thegreatest

fear: endings,

of poems, lives,

pulses, us.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

...just Hackensack...

do they drive

faster because

this is a hospital parking lot

or is it

that this is

just HackensacK?

Why are there

so many nicer

places in the world

and why

oh why did Billy Joel

have to be right

this one time?

(this only encourages him)

Friday, April 04, 2008 right turn...

I don't like leaving

you there in the glass

tunnel taking turns

at watching each of us

walk away in the reflections

on the brown glass tint

I told you that this part

was the hardest

and you told me

that nothing


is as hard

as this

(and you were right)

Thursday, April 03, 2008

...the light above the bed...

glows down on your head

shining through the silvers

in your hair and then

back through the tubing

and into your lungs

shining and open

accepting the glow

as if it were oxygen

as if it were the only

thing we needed

to keep us alive