Body Heat and Air

March 18, 2010

Being together isn’t about sharing space,
it isn’t about touching
feeling body heat
and sharing air.
Being together isn’t the opposite of apart
and it isn’t the alternative
to being alone.


The Mountain Climber

March 14, 2010

Mountains and cliffs and oceans
he climbed, scaled, and dove deep.

He died saving a horse,
lost his mind at any rate.

And what a thing to lose.

Which would he have preferred
to keep?
We will never know.


The Next Town Meeting

March 10, 2010

Over in the city they grow them fat.
Even their dreams have gotten lazy;
TVs
IKEA furniture,
A new dinette.
A job.

A car.
You know they don’t even walk anymore.
They buy treadmills.
Their treadmills have cup holders.

When I walk
they beep their angry car horns,
and look mad.
Furious that I could pollute their commute.
Thats why I don’t shave
so that I look like they need me to.
Give them something to bring up at the next
town meeting.

Life to them is just  something to endure,
there’s something wrong with that.


Catching Up Over the Pavement and the Distance

March 10, 2010

What are those birds on the wire talking about?
The yellow
daffodils that have been blooming since February?
The blue
edge of the ocean?
The orange
magnetic rim of the horizon?
The outline of the trees?

Are they talking birdy-gossip?
Fighting over direction
scheming to get ahead?

Are they joking? Laughing
and smiling?
Passing news from the south
to the birds from the north?
Catching up with old friends
over the pavement
and the distance?

They cackle and caw
like a table of geriatric women, white and bitter.
They’re taking a tone
when I walk below them,
cautious and reserved.  A warning.
Maybe they know something
I don’t.


You Love Too Much

March 9, 2010

You love too much.

You fall in love with this one
that one,
maybe this one’s smile
or that one’s
mind — or the part she lets you see.

Maybe she’ll love you,
but probably not.
She has a choice you know.
Why would she chose a deadbeat?
A poet(…).
A liar.
A disappointment.
A cheat.
A can’t-make-up-his-mind fall-in-love-with-anyone?
An awkward phone call.
A form goodbye letter.
An apology.


I’m Sure There’s a Clock

March 9, 2010

There is a clock around here, somewhere.
I’m sure it has something to say.

You’re late for work.
You missed breakfast.
You sleep too much.
You never listen.
You’d best be:
getting dressed.
getting shaved.
getting cleaned up.
getting your teeth brushed.
getting a move on.
moving on.

Snooze.

I’m sure there’s a calendar, too.


Most Men

March 9, 2010

I suppose I forgot
I suppose I welcomed an ending to it all
all this wide-eyed wonder and curiosity.
There are times in a mans life
when he cant see any further than the tip of his nose.
What makes a man great
is what he does just then.

Most men
settle down.
Most men turn on the wipers when they drive through the rain.
Most men build a fence around their yard.
Most men marry.
Most men masturbate.
Most men divorce.
Most men work.

I can’t see past my nose
but I don’t remember a time that I could.

Most men teach their skinny little boy-children
that most men do what their daddies tell them.
Most men hide.
Most men lie.
Most men are afraid of change.
— of uncertainty.
Most men are habitual abusers:
Drugs, alcohol, children, women and animals.
Most men this,
most men that.

Most men are boring.
Most men disgust themselves.
Behind every cigarette their teeth gnash
at the thought
that they might live past sixty-five.
and what then?

Most men go to church
or worship football.
Most men know how to change a tire.

Most men die of heart-failure.
a condition they developed as boys.