Category Archives: Freeverse

Poker Face (I hardly even know her)

We poke and we prod
and we wonder if God
has plans where we both shall meet

We slip and we slur
and we ponder what were
the ache of a friendship complete

Such is the truth
of a man in a booth
drinking a whisky and rye

Such are the quirks
of a chick in a skirt
loosing the smirk of a sigh

There seems in the dreams
the twisted sad schemes
to be no joke as we die

So let go an odd poke
and slam out a hurt prod
but hold back each question why

the kind of tree that burns

suppose i were a tree
fat in the trunk, thin in the branches
no leaves, or leaving or sunlight
or rain.

suppose I were the dead husk of a tree
no one remembered, except
as the best fire they ever burned
in the warm red brick fireplace
their grandfather built when he was a young man
and I still a sapling.

beloved, it is too much to ask me
what I am, who I might be, where I might grow
most tall and healthy
How I might reach for the sun
one more day

suppose, I were a tree
still young, still strong,
still green and lush and honest about shadows

suppose, we were both trees
together in the cool bright wood
alive and mad with the still love
of every sunny day
and every glorious shower

Beloved, it is not enough to ask
what if
let us be
until we
are the ashes
and the dust
and endless dream
of every perfect summer
since we met.

Life Goes On

A thin red cedar by a small lake, clear and full
of life,  in the worn out remains of the top of the world
sings of madness

The lurid truth – there is a majestic impossible arc
that curves back on the unverifiable truth: We can not think
about another person, unless they think of us.

The tree bends into the last blush of a nowhere day,
the lake ruffles under the horizon’s gentle breath,
and we think of eachother and how light bends
around the gravity of our situation.

Regarding Today

I dream of long reeds
by cool ponds, turtles swimming
in the first whisper of sunlight

I say, “this is earth.” You laugh,
“No, this is heaven.” We both laugh.

The rock in the middle of the pond
is sunbleached and begging the turtles
to come and rest and wait for the warmth
to save them.

I say, “this is heaven.” You sigh,
“No, this is Earth.” We both sigh.

The tadpole kisses the surface
where the water was glassy
now ring by ring, the moment
drifts toward some other shore
we see but do not know.

I say, “What is this?” You say,
“I do not know.”

And we are happy. God,
we are happy.

looking forward to a 100-degree day

i beg the bride of lizards
be the beast of bad choices
she says, ‘ok,
maybe,
we’ll see.’

i beg her, please please
be that wild ravager of no
the ecstatitious mountain of mayhen
and calamity. she giggles,
‘ok, sure sure, just stop, for God’s sake
just stop.’

and the world crashed into the empty space
where the dark part of slivered moon hides
with a boom boom boom and a soft Goodbye.

dissertation on the coolness of anything anywhere (else)

the poor pus of anything
swims against the current
events. gray skinned and hoping
for something, damn.. some thing
cooler.

the porpoise of anything
swims even better with the current.
events do not gray, they become
vibrant. Hope becomes that alive
something that blesses everything.
Everything grows deeper
Deeper, and deeper
until that thing that was cool
becomes the thing that is too cold
for anything to survive.

Rejecting my soul in favor of a song

humanity eats turkey
and says things like, “yes yes, of course
tomorrow, i promise”

so i choose humility instead.

humility eats tofu
and sings what it says in humdrum wordless tones like
“Laba laba lu laba lu … laba laba oo oo baby oo”

so I sing along as if
i know the words

Humanity laughs at me
because my toes are utterly perfect.
i denounce humanity
and wear a cardigan.

I say things like, “It’s always perfect
here in the neighborhood.”

Humility is disgusted, but still
my toes are perfect.

I shouldn’t have said anything. I should have just sung

labalu
labalie
the bloon
the blue balloon
the blues.. you loon
the blues… I lie.

Humanity is a prick, but damn, I love it.