What They Left Behind
The day after the phone company
jackhammered the asphalt
on this neighborhood street,
Poetry
305 works
peasant miasma
aches, stomachhead— screenstaring until terminal burnout
fantasizing about creativity seeking emotional highs loosely akin to that of writing
hating myself so much I seriously entertain becoming average, renouncing my gift
drones
The amerikan poem reads
like a nursery rhyme or perhaps
the disjointed inner monologue
Duped
money to the power of Q
took over the Temple
failed stewards of the earth
Water is Life
lead contaminated
pipeline-polluted
guzzled by AI
To Secure a Share of Equanimity, Hide Behind a Skull
Death empowers others. — Elias Canetti
The rain comes down both sides of a camel, but only one flank of the mountain is green. Spirit falls from the summit int
Through each gate passes a road, lawless and desolate; along the road a breeze, scented with rotting fruit. A manufactur
The Afterworld
A metaphysical music plays chess with Death. No one remembers their last move. Lost in the
greater glory of the next. We must be careful to pretend. Symbols clash. And an orchestra of
stars follows the Chorus as they glide across the heavens chanting no man is happy. Until he
Stuck in the Middle with You
I tried to explain to Charon all the good that Prometheus had done for humankind. But he really couldn’t do anything abo
Read More →The Despot
The one who, after every announcement of someone’s death, eats more.
— Elias Canetti
A very rich man who advocates killing the dead, burning every mummy he can buy. He. He
No Map for This
She called to say the doctors found a lump.
Hours away, universe dark above us.
Coming home from dinner, what could we say
An Exercise in How Small I Can Shrink Myself
I'll start with the toes,
curling them towards the ball of the foot
in a less imposing pose.
Pathos and Puns, Feeling for Heartache Beneath a Suit of Amore
I had learned not to take gravity lightly; even before the apple fell, it weighed heavily on my
mind. I knew the first couple hadn’t floated around Eden like cosmonauts in the International
Space Station, but I wondered how they came down to Earth. Without a DJ, or for that matter
Just Kick Back, and Let the Wheel Turn
He saw through everything, and so it was he saw nothing – the nothing that is not there, and the nothing that is.
A wise man who suffered from paranoia once wrote that the invention of absolutely safe cars
would allow people who ride in them “to feel immortal for a while.” Perhaps he was being
Imagine
if we assumed humanity first;
if we held our other descriptors,
our demands about where from and why—
The Art of Not Breathing
A butterfly flicks its wings and, somewhere,
across the world you smile.
When I flip through old files, find your handwriting
Meditations on Incarceration
Weed
In the joint, pinhead
joints cost tens dollars, helping
The Insomniac
Stretched out in the back of the bus
a woman twitches in her sleep,
reminds me of a fish.
Hamlet in New York State
Clouds clot the sky, where they break, the retiring sun
pulses through the firmament
draped over the wounded Hudson Valley
Poem for the Collected Poems of Delmore Schwartz
You wobbling cantilever
between the ages
Fitting into circles,
In Our Time
In this ignominious time
I have turned 70.
The world is a sore.