Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Dear God
Here I am
hanging onto
your wretchedly
wonderful world.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Baseball Haiku 1-5
1
Complete games
aren’t what they used to be—
bullpens exploding.
2
Pitcher wipes his brow,
sun peaks out from clouds—
there goes the runner!
3
It’s lonely on the bench
when you’re pitching well—
no-hitter brewing.
4
Ash tree gave its life
for a thousand home runs—
Hall of Fame material.
5
It’s past my bedtime
but I’ll listen all night—
extra innings.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
All In The Name Of
The artillery moan
of a gas-drunk Ditch Witch
rents this peaceful afternoon
as muscled men set it loose
upon my restless neighbor's
green, complacent yard.
They take turns chewing up the ground,
carving out a magazine walkway,
lining the gash with shale.
And the sod that grew so willingly
sits balled-up in a dumpster,
growing stale.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Toast To An Empty Billfold
To you, this cabernet:
But not for my wallet
I couldn’t have bought it.
Its complexion of garnet,
and suggestion of leather,
leave me drunk and unfit,
and you light as a feather.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
things gone without
endless trains
plow under
these hills of rusty clay
pulled by a team
of mournful donkeys
the whistle bray
echoes
among black tongue cattle
circling turkey
vultures
tidy the roads,
protect fallow ground
on the track
there is wall…
rock elm & crimson dogwood
crudely
woven together
with inner tubes &
ropes of boiled
fiber
the station is long gone.
no cookies
nor carrots
can please the blinded team
& the steel boxes
with lovely graffiti
won’t slow down
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Burlington Northern
My uncle, a climatologist,
suggests that global warming
could cause the melting of the
“northern passages” once impassable
to the likes of Henry Hudson
or John Cabot or his son Sebastian searching
for a route to the spices & silks
of the East Indies at the behest
of royalty their county’s or not.
Imagine: the northern passage is a convenient
shipping route from, say, Shanghai
to NYC forget the skinny Panama Canal
or slow trains or coffeed truckers.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
More Elephants
No coldness
No coldness, no
He was cold even as a
child
He was autistic,
they thought.
A problem w/
interactions &
communication.
We drove him to this
We drove him to this, no
We were the stagecoach
The trial and the plain
The embrace of a coast
happy to see
any human being
We were all of these things
We were behind the wheel
We were behind the wheel, no.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Power Mower
gonna make my
life easier gonna
saves me a lot of
time now I’ll
give my dog the
shampoo &
food bowl he need
now I’ll
sit & read the
unwrapped newspaper
in that re-upholstered
loveseat, the one you
stretched & pulled
w/ your own hands,
w/ the nails of
the last several years,
unpainted but well-kept.