Saturday, November 27, 2010 one...

moving three

into the space

of one is not

as hard as it sounds

just take away two

and become one

Thursday, November 25, 2010

...cellular light...

in the cellular light

the images of smooth

skin are actuated

by the truth of the curve

and the honesty

that brings beauty

into the light

into our images

into our images

of imperfections


I am the one

to blame for making

Jessica Simpson fat

when we really know

it's genetic (I mean

look at Homer)

Thursday, November 18, 2010

...falls apart...

tomorrow butterfly yourself

call this season an "it"

eat more air than bread

kiss all the grills

with gold and spark

inlay upon lampshade

tomorrow's dearth of dark

signaling in the sons of sun

Saturday, November 13, 2010


move these bookshelves

with the tips of your fingers

move them like turning

their pages and riffling

though their stories

move these bookshelves

and dust them along

the spine, place them

in boxes

move these bookshelves

find new books

play with them

place them next to

new books just finished

which I guess now

are the old ones too

(repeat these steps)

Sunday, November 07, 2010

...thirty five...

did you post speeds

bicycles are vengeance vehicles

cars are bullying fat kids

we liken transportation to sport

gathering titles instead of tires

points on pointed crosswalks

angles on the acute actions

of pedestrian antics and tourist

hips into traffic and rear views

we are closer than we appear

we were only doing thirty five

mothers and fathers feared

further accelerations

panicked baby buggies

teetering too tightly

in the traffic's tense flow

(I am always alarmed

by this lack of forethought)

Wednesday, November 03, 2010


nestle is the nicest

term to use when

the apple sits in the cloth

clinging to the water

from the wash

(wait til the juices

nestle into the buds

then this term

turns true)

Tuesday, November 02, 2010


if the house is not in order

then the man of the household

is not a mirror reflection of his waste

nor the previous occupants'

soiled rugs, crumpled wrappers,

it is a promotion of the work

that has yet to be done

and the acknowledgment

of the approaching decades

necessary to undo all that had been done

when the house was neglected

when the house wasn't ours

to live in or maintain