Snow drops down between buildings,
sheltered from winds
guarded by the bulk of the city
and illuminated by
streetlights and the pink marquee
People hesitate at doors,
then push out
rushing to start cars
and scrape ice--
to get warm
But we stop
to let the snow
fall onto our coats
onto our hair
frozen, a moment,
in the cold
Then our bodies shake in the wind
we walk quickly,
we get warm
all that's left of snow is
dampness in our hair.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Office Bird
A little bird, not mine
a pet kept, not at home but brought to work
to keep company
he flits at my elbow
making noise and nuisance
feathers flying
It's trying
on my patience and easy
to make threats
"Soup," I say.
"Bird soup."
He only blinks and tries to bite
my pen, moving
across paper on a decaying
roll-top desk
until I remember
His wings are clipped
he cannot fly
cannot move as birds are born to do
I let him have his noise.
a pet kept, not at home but brought to work
to keep company
he flits at my elbow
making noise and nuisance
feathers flying
It's trying
on my patience and easy
to make threats
"Soup," I say.
"Bird soup."
He only blinks and tries to bite
my pen, moving
across paper on a decaying
roll-top desk
until I remember
His wings are clipped
he cannot fly
cannot move as birds are born to do
I let him have his noise.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Generation Gap
You never call--
the bounce and frission
off satallites seems too odd,
you've said
odd that our voices wouldn't
meet in the middle
they way they do when carried
over and under land
by wire
It worries me
when ten digits appear,
glowing and vibrating in my pocket
announcing you want
my attention
my hellos are cautious
your voices is strong
and for
some reason, this night,
you just wanted to know
where I am
the bounce and frission
off satallites seems too odd,
you've said
odd that our voices wouldn't
meet in the middle
they way they do when carried
over and under land
by wire
It worries me
when ten digits appear,
glowing and vibrating in my pocket
announcing you want
my attention
my hellos are cautious
your voices is strong
and for
some reason, this night,
you just wanted to know
where I am
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Hot on wax and skin
Crusing the blue
between earth and moon
Icarus
Sunstroke stopped him as
he strove to match (not match, but overtake)
his father
a murderer, who's only goal was
freedom for his only son
And with the sun low in the sky,
hot on wax
Icarus fell.
between earth and moon
Icarus
fell
Sunstroke stopped him as
he strove to match (not match, but overtake)
his father
a murderer, who's only goal was
freedom for his only son
And with the sun low in the sky,
hot on wax
Icarus fell.
Daedalus flew.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Defining-- Decisive, Critically Important
Change the world, change of heart, change of clothes--
in 25 lines or less.
It's an experiment, here it goes.
in 25 lines or less.
It's an experiment, here it goes.
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