Thursday, May 31, 2012

A pencil has wood
surrounding the lead but a
crayon is all man

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

There is a stapler
at each end of my desk and
only one looks calm

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Pastoral High School Love Poem

Oh were you mine and were I yours,
A strong love, an eagle soars,
For all to see – the lion roars,

Oh would this happen, oh would this be,
Me your cream and you my tea,
You my lock and I your key,

This simple rhyme, this little tune,
Describes my love for you, for you.

Together we’d live in a forest glade,
Me your servant, oh you sweet maid,
With love and labor you shall be paid,

Milk and cream you would collect,
Whilst I your soldier will you protect,
From those lacking due respect,

This simple rhyme, this little tune,
Describes my love for you, for you.

You radiant maiden, all clad in white,
And I your knight, will for you fight,
All things that go bump in the night

“With what?” you say,
“A broadsword?” Nay!
With love and honor, pray,

That which makes my love so great,
Will ever give me strength and weight,
To live by you, my constant date,

This rhyme shall slay all things that say,
“Death to all and those who may,
Live for love and long to say:

‘This simple rhyme, this little tune,
Describes my love for you, for you.’”

But, alas, my love, you think me a dunce,
And would we be together once,
I know you’d see, I know you must,

Upon this poem, when it you hear,
You shall think, “Oh he’s so dear,
But it’s me he loves, and that I fear,

For so far separated now are we,
That if a couple we were to be,
The weight would be too great for me,”

But hark, my love, I assure it a’right,
For I, again, am a simple knight,
A commoner who can handle slight,

So there it is, my lonely curse,
But still I have this lyrical verse,
And with it, you, my love, my happy nurse,

For in this rhyme, with its little tune,
I have my lover, and it’s you, it’s you.

Now they're putting sea
salt on chocolate turtles
and you must see why

Monday, May 28, 2012

According to my
landlady a holiday
is not a day off

Friday, May 25, 2012

The baker did not
know what she was kneading but
I knew what I saw

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Do not think that I
have gone gently and forgot --
just late, but present

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Give generously
to good will because you don't
know when you'll need it

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

I dropped my dosage
of vitamin D and the
tasteless orb was bright

Monday, May 21, 2012

Justification
in lieu of listening is
never a good thing

Friday, May 18, 2012

I am no childe but
you can call me Roland now,
now that I am through

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Not only do I
not know what he said to you
I do not want to

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Does Pikachu read
haiku? I bet Raichu does --
he is more evolved.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The wall of the hearth
is slowly filling in where
the brick was removed

Monday, May 14, 2012

Is there a better
feeling than putting on socks
fresh from the dryer?

Saturday, May 12, 2012


Adjective is a noun, and now for my next trick:
Nothing.

I’ll need a volunteer for nothing. You in the
            Blue,

What’s your name? Eunice? Come on up, Eunice.
            Gertie,

My lovely assistant will – now mind the wine
            Curtains

So graciously decorated by the stagehands of the
            101st

Local. Yes. Now, Eunice have you ever been sawn in
            Twain

Before? It’s nothing like anything you’ve ever done
            Before.

I’m sure you’re sure. Gertie will get you fitted for the
            Clasps

And manacles. Thank you, Gertie, and let’s have a hand for
            Eunice.

You will now see a woman sawn in twain. It is like
            Nothing

Else. Here she is. I pass the hoop over her and she is
            Levitating

In space. Gertie, give me my saw. See how it bends when I
            Stretch

It. Ladies and Gentlemen, I ask your silence now while I present
            Nothing.

No flash photography please, as Gertie is an
            Epileptic.

Do you feel that, Eunice? Her toes can tickle. She responds to a
            Feather.

Boys, remember that one. She sneezes at bright light. She breathes, she
            Laughs.

All in a day’s nothing. Thank you. You are too kind. Thank you for
            Buying

Tokens. You can redeem the tokens in the lobby for the
            Lottery,

For which the prize is 1/3 off your next ticket. You have been a wonderful
            Audience.

Friday, May 11, 2012

I just want to say
that Benedict Cumberbatch
is the greatest name

Thursday, May 10, 2012

If it weren't for the
door that does not lock, my keys
would be entombed now

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

The dichotomy
paradox is quite good for
starting discussion

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

There should be a word
for what it feels like to live
when someone has died

Monday, May 7, 2012

Got home by 8, watched
Mad Men and Girls before 10
then caught up on sleep

Friday, May 4, 2012

The bus driver had
A sense of humor, hear me
Laughing in the wheels

Thursday, May 3, 2012


I dropped a tire iron on my toe and the blister,
After some bluster, burst the nail
And when I lifted the hood I saw my father.
This was going to run me about a grand

Which I had no interest in paying, since
The day was already getting on and I was hungry,
So down went the hood and the bid got tacked to the fridge
Next to magnetic calendars and plastic clips biting stained recipes.

You would have done the same if you saw your father under your toenail.
It was the big toe, the daddy of them all, and he was there but there was no gout
And the blood from the burst blister spilled into the grout and I took a bid
From the tileman too but he was just the same as you or me,

With his father looking up through blood and covered with a sock
Sometimes, and only for a few minutes after you wash him he is satisfied,
Which is all I need to say to explain why I didn’t take his business
Especially when you know that the tileman is my father.
Ode to Washington
in old paper, on the back:
"Negro Wench For Sale"

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

QWERTY


Where does u end and I begin?
Africa
Why do you and I bargain?
Niobe
Zeno knew the limits of borders
Gobi
It’s a matter of point-of-view
Apostrophe
15-Love but love means I have nothing
Set
In the tennis scheme there’s naught from love to fifteen
Praxis
But how did I get here if I can’t prove that I came?
Axes
Math is for the cold-blooded
Clot
And you are a verifiable iguana
Knot
I reach through a waterfall from my cave
And
The water
Slaps my hand down
And
There is no way to go where I want to get
And
You
Used to know
(you still know)


Me

Decline if seconds
are offered at the table
of sleep - be awake

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Making jerky in the
oven, curing strips with salt
is a good smile-smell