honesty shot through the prism
of a rapier wit,
poetry from laughter and life.
--
life is on the edges,
still we too often cling to the cushioned walls
afraid of death omniscient beyond
while killing ourselves so subtly within.
why does it take the loss
of a loved one to give us pause
in this slow-motion dance of subliminal waste?
--
that fairness not be fair weathered
or kindness out of vogue,
that searching wanderlust go walking with a quiet resolve.
--
that simply to be and be hilarious
might just be the most important,
the most caring,
most healing thing of all.
for Larry, RIP.
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Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Friday, March 4, 2011
Musing on Claustrophobia in a Snowstorm
She's soft like pastels in a water color muddle,
determined to the fault line;
cracking open, tearing closed.
determined to the fault line;
cracking open, tearing closed.
She's breaking, then crying,
then sobbing with anger.
Then a commercial for Lenscrafters
as I bear passive witness on the couch.
then sobbing with anger.
Then a commercial for Lenscrafters
as I bear passive witness on the couch.
My walls breathe down on me;
sponge-painted, closing in.
Snow bound and fear bound and thought bound
and wound taunt to tearing.
Fury.
Seething.
Shaking.
The tectonic plates shift beneath
a calm disposition as I smile, agreeable.
Seething.
And strapped into distraction from all that,
watching Aquos and Macintosh
play substitute for life.
sponge-painted, closing in.
Snow bound and fear bound and thought bound
and wound taunt to tearing.
Fury.
Seething.
Shaking.
The tectonic plates shift beneath
a calm disposition as I smile, agreeable.
Seething.

watching Aquos and Macintosh
play substitute for life.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
A Moment Damaged on South toward Jim's
echoing across the inhabitants of South Street
on a winter's Tuesday evening.
She cries melting melancholy past the TLA head down in a rush,
all frayed corduroy and thoughtless shoes trailing blonde highlights.
Then time stops abruptly on the corner of 4th.

Somehow broken in places she's forgotten but you call home.
An instant and she moves on.
Smiling sadly, you brush past her into Jim's,
fried onions and whiz with a coke numbs the sting
and fills the belly.
You felt the hibernation melt in that moment and harden again.
Unseen, she fades into the denizens moving east on South,
sweet damage in tow.
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