SPARE THE SERPENTS
Wednesday, March 25th, 2009 Posted in Poetry | No Comments »I know nothing not in the Socratic sense Only the swell of a windowpane in mid November The sleepy swallow hibernates Rusted pipes hum in the twilight of nighttime Approaching the river's glassy reflections Passed down from the ancestors of ancients Wind chimes sing like church ...
THE FLAT CONSTELLATIONS
Wednesday, March 25th, 2009 Posted in Poetry | No Comments »The humble are born as loaves of bread To fatten bellies full of air To sulk along with bedraggled face Avenues rife with crust and rind Their limbs swing to every beat Oblivion’s metronome clacks away the dirge They are recycled anew By the most gregarious tenants ...
GATES
Monday, August 25th, 2008 Posted in Poetry | 1 Comment »Sometimes there can be truth As true as the sound of an anchor Hitting mud From the shore only silence Only a straining vessel And the lapping water It is true that all hearts grow cold Whether during life or after All hearts grow cold Some speak of time How ...
LAMENT
Sunday, August 10th, 2008 Posted in Poetry | No Comments »Suffer now the bitter evening The undead twitter of lively folk They are small clipped birds Swallow now the half-chewed meal Of wakeful dreams Summoned by the stink of urinals Or shambled men in piss-stained slacks How ugly people can be Slouched in the rain and thinking of ...
PEARL DISTRICT
Friday, February 1st, 2008 Posted in Poetry | 1 Comment »The nighttime cityscape That soaks the sun up Is flushed in cascading light The stars are gone the moon is gone The old industrial warehouses Are now the ashen pearls Of women with such small dogs
EVERGREEN
Friday, February 1st, 2008 Posted in Poetry | 2 Comments »Ah, the weeks pass In the morning I am all doves This morning A juniper rattles Its thrushlike thicket Speak unto me That my heart will be unbent I once was young Yet thrice daily I am of lesser youth The sun appears, doth rise, then sets And homes along ...
SCANSION
Tuesday, January 29th, 2008 Posted in Poetry | No Comments »Poems of some great stature, built by those largely before my time (they are long dead and forgotten) have created me. Was it Abraham or the Son? Expatriate of that ground, grounded somewhere else, I search through remnants of words that have been translated from texts lost or battered ...
ALEXANDRIA
Tuesday, January 29th, 2008 Posted in Poetry | No Comments »A man wrapped in several blankets A blustery morning, coat collars pulled high Above him the archway of the library Another man, withered, in the second story window Below, the library and a man nestled in trash The library books; pages too cold to touch
COVENANTS THAT COME AND GO
Monday, January 28th, 2008 Posted in Poetry | No Comments »Come in unto me, and make a nation of you Come in unto me, I hear, Come in unto me But for my weary future, clipped to a generation of dusts, I cannot tread the sea Not now, not yet Oh me of little gall In the evenings, I ...
TRANSIT
Monday, January 28th, 2008 Posted in Poetry | No Comments »On the bus ride home from work a homeless man steals my attention floating on the inner tube of drunken sleep like jetsam from a sinking ship And me with an empty book bag and a woolen hat strapped across my chin The seaborne dreamer stirs ...