There are actual people
half woman half man
running mornings and
dream people in movies
half language half light.
Tomorrow is John’s funeral.
* * *
This is my minute
my moment
Oops, gone!
Anything can happen
if you don’t resist
Resist!
* * *
But who am I? You think bullets won’t
****? I’m the guy they put before a
wall and shoot then eat lunch.
* * *
Long as yr livin
yr havin that dream in
which yr killin the villains
w/o even needin a weapon.
* * *
If it was fun, they wouldn't call it work,
but it is fun. It's what we do, a bird
sings, dogs bark. We work. Sing bark work.
Honey, put on your shorts, it's gonna be 90 today.
* * *
How right is the rabbi!
"What a good and bright world this is if we do not lose our hearts to it,
But what a dark world if we do!"
* * *
We saw a barred owl
camouflaged in winter branches.
Bird of death (in myth), hunts down the dark,
floats to a farther tree, turns its back, and naps.
* * *
The sadness of summer, the silence of winter
you can’t sum it up in one more metaphor.
So don’t complain about the epoch you live in.
Go to Big Hidden Lake and jump in!
* * *
Down to negative calories, in deep snow
we find soft wintering rose hips, gobble them down.
First time for me a wild edible made a difference,
not just a delicacy. Then we snowshoe out.
* * *
Spring morning
flycatchers, jays, thrushes, a woodpecker’s loony cry.
A toilet flushes.
* * *
Zach
awoke from a scary dream
I kissed him back to bed
He asked
are all the doors locked?
I said yes knowing they would not hold
* * *
The republic may expire
but birds go on traveling, singing
in their best attire.
* * *
My plump cashier
has a new love.
Her skin is clear
and her line moves.
* * *
Desafinado means slightly out of tune which is not a problem.
It’s a fortunate condition. Zach just called from school sounding clear
and happy to say there’s floor hockey this afternoon. For me, another cold,
slow Spring. How lucky!
* * *
At basketball I was reminded
the better players in their private moments
think on the ultimate reward. Perfect rest.
* * *
You come in our backyard, we go in yours.
That about sums it up. Assuming there are definable, accepted backyards.
Suppose it’s all one backyard and time is all one sheet of ice?
* * *
My son Zach said as a toddler he liked the old house
and he’s having a good time now at the new house.
We were lying together in the window seat passing the early morning time,
late September and happy as I was I thought what’s running out is time.
* * *
The young women’s bodies were awesome. I appreciated
the couple of Muslim women who kept their bodies
covered. That was easier on an old man’s eyes.
Not that I wanted to change the American girls’ ways.
They seemed comfortable wearing underwear outdoors
and unaware, more or less, of the longing it provoked.
* * *
To invade a clean house
searching for weapons or insurgents, I agree
with the enemy, that is a sacrilege.
Not that I accept their god, and there could be,
hiding, a mouse.
* * *
I tell my sons
If some man tries to pull you into his car, fight
kick bite yell run punch curse scratch knife
make him **** you right there in the street
use your feet your fear your hate.
* * *
If everything seems under control, you’re not going fast enough.
—Mario Andretti
* * *
The river in its muddy symmetry
high water mark in Spring
is a god to me
in a way that I can be to a dog while thinking
or the sky is to the hanging apple.
* * *
A day, a new day, starts at 5:00.
Earlier than that it’s still yesterday,
the rags and dreams, the sweat and worry, the *** and laughter
of that day. The alcohol and aspirin, the sunset and machinery, the dinner and toothache
of that day. The germs and friends, the sports and editorial, the gleam and
dullness
of that day.
* * *
The key to success is cross out, delete, compress,
rub out, expunge, black out scratch out blot out,
censor, crop, shorten and silence.
Clip, cut, erase and eradicate.
Hate everything you write.
* * *
I will be saved
and spanked too.
* * *
Phil is on a movie diet. Bad movies in which the logic switch is turned off. Jumps from scene to scene like a cat.
Most ******* is hilariously obscene. Genitals like little animals. Snowplows hit potholes sending up sparks.
* * *
Make way for a future that’s irresistible!
Dust. Rest. Mist. Rust.
One day follows another until the last day.
And on that day, there will be weather.
* * *
Driving in traffic
80 mph, 80 y/o.
Turkey vultures shrug shoulders.
* * *
When an archangel
flies into your windshield
sing cuckoo!
