I
Rag rug zig zag
rocking comfort
Pink Pig smiles in the corner
II
Creature of order
drawing
drawn to parallels
III
New York City Streets
from the Air
Bill Cunningham’s photo trends
IV
We marched in lines
kept good time
the dependability of eighth notes
rests in -between
V
I side-step mess these days
Papers pile anyway
VI
There’s a jagged crack in the window
where cold air seeps in -I think
I’ve forgotten how to read
a telephone book, too many
lines, too much broken to fix
too much
VII
Damned TV labyrinth
My 600 pound life, Little
People Big World, Master
Chef Junior, teach me how
to feed myself, get up off
the couch
VIII
Whatever happened
to the off-the-air signal?
Turn off the sound
go to sleep
IX
Something happens when
lines converge, we bump,
explode, make magic, miss
chances, stick, move on, vanish
X
Pink pig smaller now
boxed up somewhere watching
no one
Dejected no doubt
XI
The highway is long
There are potholes
detours
I learned to drive on a
country road without signs
I keep going
XII
My Mother’s
Jansen’s History of Art
early impressed
the chaos of a body rising
the destruction of
temples
XIII
Rocking less these days than
walking
watching
rain fall down
in slanted lines
Early Morning Poems 