Expansive Teak
Please excuse My imported furniture If it shifts slightly Toward the east While we’re eating. It’s always pining For its homeland Or fighting with the china. One morning I awoke To discover two chairs Had … Read more
Posts Tagged ‘poem’
Cherry Idiots On Fire
There is always pastry by the water. Small wooden men tending cork boats. Hooked shadows and light knives. Another bloated body found unbuttered. A meager crowd of infidels resurfaced. Specialists and wharf rats hone their … Read more
Parse With Me, Helen
I’ve misplaced my stack of adverbs. My adjectives have all gone moldy. Nouns abound, like circus clowns. But most of my verbs are long expired. I’ve always been anti-pronoun, And prone to conjunctivitis. But I … Read more
OSTINATO
Bernard Herrmann, Bernard Herrmann, Bernard Herrmann, Wasn’t German, Wasn’t German, Wasn’t German. He grew up in New York City, New York City. And his music wasn’t pretty, was it pretty? It was Psycho. It caused … Read more
Going, Going, Gone
Mantle’s dead. The world is upside down. Drunk on fastballs; missed the hanging curve. Now no more facades. Gone the oil and leather. Left to limp alone this outfield stretch of time. Warning tracks in … Read more
“BAD MATH”
Six and Two hate Eight. Nine loves to say no. Four just hit someone With a golf ball. Three broke up a good marriage. Five gets his fingers into everything. Seven simply sins. And One … Read more
The Elements of Emily
Those who knew miss Dickinson Were of one mind: she was no fun. Her talk of death would get one down. But Amherst was a party town. And that strange woman dressed in white Would … Read more
T.V. LAND
Sally Field has kicked the habit. She’ll not Gidget any more. Will it fit Sebastian Cabot? Brian Keith is on the floor. Joey Bishop’s blessed foil, Peter Lawford was a pawn. Buddy Ebsen just struck … Read more
Coach Potato
Coach Roswell tipped his hat to the stars. Soon they were inside his head. Every day he grew more unfamiliar with his skin. The league said there were limits to this team thing he envisioned. … Read more
An Old Cat
An old cat is like a small storm, creaking, scratching, leaving detritus in its wake, its svelte prowl has become a stumbling lurch. It twitches in sleep, dreaming of the climb. Its purr is now … Read more