mama says to dance is the devil so I look for him at the hall to the brass in my squeaking shoes papa says the devil’s in the shaking hips and parted lips so I look for her in the caresses under the sheets I say the devil’s no verb no noun and [...]
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devil
Posted in Poetry on April 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
games
Posted in Poetry on January 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Tomorrow I am pushing and pulling the bill of my cap tossing it spinning ‘to the air and I will feel the tickle of spiderwebs on my forehead giving high praise to wind-born beings half-flesh, half-heaven to their whinnying brethren I long to belong Today I skip across the chalk-line squares they tell me I play [...]
let there be light
Posted in Poetry on January 14, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I am contending that underneath every single lamp post yes that ugly thing of iron and spray paint there lies a thousand and one angels all covered in dirt maybe even some shit and worms in their hair and some say they illuminate the goddamn world.
An Unlikely Vision.
Posted in Poetry on December 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Oh Lord idolater that I am I once fell on my knees a crumpled body on the chilled, evening sand I waited minutes, an hour total for your recompense I thought of a man who saw a trembling shoulder a tilting altar sprang forward to touch the gilded wing of the sculpted cherubim [...]
rejection.
Posted in Poetry on November 2, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
A white rectangle, without mass, without dimension I rip the edges to get at the morsel inside hoping, but also knowing the stench of rotten fruit A form letter expressing rejection called regret A blinking line at the end of an email “unfortunately,” he says “surely,” I say “I cannot-” “you can” It is not [...]
Autumn.
Posted in Poetry on October 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Rolling a maple leaf between my fingers a dusty page of a life well-lived Ezekiel, these auburn bones, can they live? a simple breath tickles through my toes I spill my glass and wonder when she’ll come home tonight
Fallen
Posted in Poetry on October 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
A fallen dream is not a failed one an impossible one just because you taste the dirt the fresh, metallic, wet smell seeping up your embarrassed nostrils don’t mean a thing. momma used to take the fallen buttons and even though she used the wrong colored string my clothes still closed hung the way they [...]
Kettle Corn Dreams
Posted in Poetry on October 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
silly crunching on pockets of air stuck in starch explosions an unraveling hem of a passing skirt I shall not let go inspire me
Ode to McCain and Palin.
Posted in Poetry on October 3, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
First I was angry moments when I would shake my fist and throw balled up receipts at the glass face of my television set then I was afraid needing to put my pen to paper lift up a needy prayer to a supposed common Friend I need not cross Atlantic or Pacific to meet, to [...]
Batting Average.
Posted in Poetry on July 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I swing a bat and I wonder, will you be back still the weight pulls from my toes the earth transfers to the swing of a bat and into the wide, wide air littered with freeform splotches they say it is much easier to miss than to hit the missing lines a thousand to one [...]
