Words
Get it Together
Just there after, the lights dim down to a nearly indiscriminate fade.The hush falls on the crowd like a falling line of dominos.It’s the...
Sun Gazing
Sunlight’s fingered rays reaching through the clouds tired of being cold I turn my eyes toward the deep blue skies yearning to break free from this Santa Fe world there is...
While Your Parents Danced
in the next room, their heels
skimming over dark oak
to Sinatra and Como and Bennett
crooning from the dusty stereo,
we lay in your small bed, sheets
thrown...
A Real Estate
I live in a borough called Beauty,
at the end of a street called Strife,
and I walk through a glade called Gladness
down a long lonely...
This Small Skull Once Belonged
I have never felt connected to anything,
not even my own body. I am trying
to remember the last time I felt
I did not have to...
Viewer’s Choice
Those who can afford tickets
to the theater, opera,
savoring the culture
of a city of prosperity,
where millions skimp on meals,
worry about their children
denied opportunity
because of poverty,
tormented...
The Gift Inside
Surprisingly dominant
the hard world —
flags and batons,
limos and air-conditioners,
mounted mooseheads,
bullets.
Our soft bodyshells
must conform or be shed.
Yet the totems
within our heads
are not lampposts
without lamps.
Nothing the...
Turnaround
One hundred and eightyDegree turnaroundMade several timesIn one lifetime—
From numbers runner and burglarBreaking into mansions of moneyed White menTo writer and Muslim messengerReaching into...
Landscape, Mid-Consequence
The oft-oppressive miracles
of the combustion engine beckon
from whiny highways of a degradation
we must call fair
An asymmetrical face
appears in the exhaust drift
between the taillight and...
Decadence Outside Dior’s
I walked down the avenue of obscenity,
of unspeakable wealth,
store window displays glazed
with million-dollar baubles
for women waltzing by
in shoes of gold,
bandaged faces newly
contoured by plastic...
Excerpt from Postscript #29
There have been more baby ghosts lately with few fit for heaven. The air in the room is toxic. The government feels threatened thinks...