Chew You

  I’ve always loved left overs Cold, by the kitchen sink With dirty fingers and appalled mothers   These, though, I will eat alone Sitting up In bed   It was a good, unapologetic lay The day we tried To play for good   But, it was really only a day   One good day […]

There Will Be Time

  Twenty-six is not that young: it is old enough to list a few college degrees, linear work experience and a promising marriage.   By now, I should not fear bad poem topics, closing new documents unsaved or rewriting this phrase: Carve out its clay center; cook the silhouette uncracked.   I am on time […]

Bathroom Talk

  Watching you pee in front of me while we talk about not being late It’s true we shouldn’t be late to things I try to remember when we began peeing and talking In front of each other I wish I could remember I would tell you I wish I had to pee So that […]

Breakfast Meeting

  As an afterthought I can consider the present Skylines and curved highways Cliffhangings in real time and real   Realtime   Consumed while I am young I lack nothing and want Everything   I Alone I   Lonely please allow me to Please be Lonely   Let me see the city as collosal and […]

The Feeling of Being Hungover

  Sometimes, I get so tired of poetry. It asks for so much – makes me feel hungover.   Or if I am hungover – makes me feel dumb and slow.   Like getting on the Freeway sometimes makes you want to hit reverse.   Written April 2013  

Former Head of Security

  The Major did not chat but with a kiss on the cheek marked each daily encounter.   Surely, we wondered if his temper made us safer: motorcycles, rural landing strips, Putumayo.   Charged as guard of a Colombian Vice-President, a needless Doberman where a Labrador could have barked.   The Major spoke into his speech, […]

Burden to Savor

  A soft, holy morning like this Awake in bed before dawn Forcing my thoughts of you   Upon you   Full, ready body Full, ready thoughts Soft, holy distance   All upon you   Keep yourself well and happy For I know certain things about us That are likely to trouble you But I […]

Overdue Love Letter

  Minus the saliva on paper The hesitant comma Barely smeared   Impatient still Signed and dated Sealed   I offer every swerve Soft wrist and stiff neck   Dear, This is my wet black ink   Written 2005  

Fifteen Minutes

  In the fifteen minutes you claimed would elapse before you arrived at my house wearing a tuxedo,   I read Charles Bukowski and saw the December boat parade. Before you arrived, I heard blow horns punctuate the salsa CD   spinning in my bedroom. I read about Bukowski’s cats, both of them, and their […]

God Blog

  Blogging is a real religion. It is how I feel small but connected to the big, to the unknown, to the better than I, to that life after I die.   It is how I beg to be liked by being good.   Written 2013

Late Night Poem

  It is no secret to me that Leonard Cohen drank too much wine late at night, listening to someone like Leonard Cohen on too much wine late at night. I am no better than myself.   The way I break down is sudden and graceful, with altruism, helping hand, my head held up so […]

Tragedy at Sushi Siam

  Today I read about poetic time and poetic space, about how allegories are imagined and metrics not.   I read about real efforts to compose, allusions, footnotes, tool sheds as help.   I read all this believing in it, not knowing that tonight you would be where I was,   and I would need […]

Sorry Afterthought

No language When spoken Suits me   I could try to remember more Read slower Drink less   Practice inserting one word into a daily sentence Oh! – The conversations   New sounds digested on my saturnine tongue Aardvark   Adjurations dropped after the birthday boy asked   Written 2009

Shell

  Not a slightly quivering shell covering solace love anymore Nor the sturdy come home sounding doors awake aside Ground fallen stymied lump of grab There here visible unto us   Growth of silence flowerlike confident bloom Room light thickened butter weight gasps of air Lungs confront chest mirror throat Styrofoam plea squeaks through   […]