Faux Pho (1974)
Far away in the nearest corner where the brown hot orange tree swung its globe the grass unburned was shaded green and dark below the hanging wood. A single bound dislodged the fruit and stripped … Read more
Far away in the nearest corner where the brown hot orange tree swung its globe the grass unburned was shaded green and dark below the hanging wood. A single bound dislodged the fruit and stripped … Read more
He choked at the fishbone market and froze up the watering place. His lies were little lessons, terribly unscientific but frighteningly real. Sputtering vile mare’s nest! He sank in his own filthy dreams, reeking of … Read more
(snow belles shuffling in their frozen dive, jock frost chipping at your glow) There was never a time like this. Elves on the shelves, toys for the boys And girls, and even the animals, Nipping … Read more
I thought I was abed. I felt it in my head. The pillow hard but round, a rock upon the ground. The blanket leaves and weeds, sufficient to my needs. The breeze my temp control, … Read more
The street is wide enough for dreams and sounds appropriate, suggesting poolside guilt in cellar bars and anglo plays, with subtle buzzing urged by those who know in yards of green felt heaven beneath smashing … Read more
Bob was Bobby ’til he learned of palindromes. For his living spaces, he sought motor homes. His history was built upon deceptions. He’d been to some Republican receptions. And on his wall a Spiro Agnew … Read more
Kid, they will write on your back, scratch your name on the walls with your own petrified eyelids. They told me and they will tell you to climb up and jump down. Stares, vague and … Read more
That I cannot play the guitar any better than I do after fifty years of trying’s disappointing. Bad hand neurons. Brain lanes blocked by Mighty Mouse and Whitey Ford. My only little league hit was … Read more
The bespectacled one is out flying his kite, losing his house keys, adding some weight. Surely this storm will make the diary. Poor Richard is, of course, asleep early, dreaming of swimming the English Channel. … Read more
Light is reigning down in plunging coverlets of gold around the cradle. Someone passed a bowl of blood-thick soup among the group; where is the ladle? I am here in Bethlehem. I was dragged along … Read more
All I want for Christmas is a gun, just like little Ralphie, except real. Armor-piercing bullets would be fun, and a barrel made of polished steel. Santa, bring me ammo clips, body targets, liquor nips. … Read more
N & I had an ice orchestrated tandem fall as we walked uphill to the car this icy morning. I’d scraped the hard-ice film off of the car, but didn’t realize how slippery the ground … Read more
Whose dusty boots are those, standing at attention in the car stripped of its plumage near the desecrated rag? The ground, so hard in the winter sun, a pellet in the soft heart of a … Read more
Checking their watches by the radium glow, three dogs salivate same time each night. Pavlov rings them up with news. Pound is down. Old bones in Sahara found. Ears perk. Tails wag. Notes are taken, … Read more
My mother’s ebony chopsticks are not in storage. My George Mikan doll is in storage. My little basketball plaything that was so complete, Even to the elastic strap on his teeny safety glasses. I used … Read more
Numerical questions posit alphabetical answers. A second hand imposes sudden death rules. Best then to accept ties and play again tomorrow.
There’s no refuge any more unless your home’s a tower. The elite just won this war. Rich folks have the power. Corporate tax gifts handed out by Republicans no doubt help the wealthy, hurt the … Read more
The eggs of infinity hatch and roll, downhill, to the season of their choice, where they are boiled in an era of reality, salted heavily in tears, and served up to the thieves out in … Read more
They offed my favorite soap opera character. He was poisoned and strangled, found dead in a crashed Porsche. Could have been his mercenary stepfather, mistress, daughter or maid. He’d recently argued with them all, though … Read more
Press the petal to your hand with my heart. It needs you beyond the mere forest of our limbs. While bitter tears in barren ground remain, This seed must grow larger than our sorrow, Pollinating … Read more