Buenos Aires In and Out
In
Out
Just outside the gates
Poetry
316 works
Duty
The downstairs den glows with late-night TV.
My mother settles into Doctor Zhivago
after a day of caring for the six of us.
A Forgotten Christ
On “Christ Cleansing the Temple”, Wood by El Greco, c. 1570
We surely must follow Christ, learn from him,
unquestionable Master of love and tolerance.
Stumbling, Pitfalls, and Spells
‘Yo no creo en brujas, pero que las hay, las hay’
(Galicia’s cruel saying)
There was a thief whose bad luck set him
As Shadows Slide Away
When you look for my voice, find it
in my poem in slightly accented speech,
a Nordic inflextion, a Southern drawl.
Elision
Being an erudite endomorph, I simulaate earth,
thus engender effulgence, a kind of ozone
I believe is not easily broken through.
Visions
Another day of doom prophesy,
but my candle glows and warms
confidently as the flame reaches upward,
THE SPIDER
It all started when I tried to drown
the spider. Or moments before, when I hear
Nana’s simmered paranoia gurgling that welfare
THE DAY GIVEN
Breakfast finished, I ask mom what she wants
for lunch. She assumes this is only out of duty,
a carousel without music, but it’s reverence
Gluegun
Draining in bucket of others
Mixed craftly, tirelessly with palms and lip-drool
of your design, by my allowance
Old Stories
Have you heard the one about the woman who went hiking / running / walking / riding /
quickstepping through the mountains / park / forest / city street and never came home? Of course
you have. So often that you, especially if you are not a woman, might call this story humdrum /
What They Left Behind
The day after the phone company
jackhammered the asphalt
on this neighborhood street,
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