thanks to Jennifer Senior –NYT Opinion Writer The Pathology of our national disease was a contagion of personality disorder from the git go: cadres of fevered, ghost-eyed, straight-lipped smilers, graze the floor, stiff-walk zombie zig zag party lines. One time, a yellow-haired bully in my back yard left dead birds on my bike seat I … Continue reading From the News Today
(day 6)Crucifixion -Hell Harp
As a boy I sat on the corner near the old town men with Lute and Lyre. Their sad songs filled my throat, and from my toes to my eyes I swam invisible waters rippling in space from the sound of fingertips on gutwire. Many a time I thought I could die there, in the … Continue reading (day 6)Crucifixion -Hell Harp
Night Shift at the Observatory
A bubbly stench murmurs the cryovolcano Say Al, you can almost hear that smell. All the way from Saturn? get real. Just go ahead and mash the buttons, Stuart, This gal is going off the clock in two hours. If you’d just turn on the radio, we might not be so bored, but put your … Continue reading Night Shift at the Observatory
Tidy the Restlessness
I am the need for order near the suffering of chaos: A rug aligned with our wood floor geometry Spoons in a drawer arranged just so A picture frame tipped right from its lazy tilt My house, a ship in rough seas resists these tiny nudges and birds still batter the windows and the bats … Continue reading Tidy the Restlessness
Dear Old Friend
I left a thick-necked pine- top work horse for you, though that one, too, shared my heart beat, laughed at my hollow tapping, wrote songs and knew how to twang a groove even when I did not. You, my mahogany rosewood Lovely – naked companion, you sang sweetest, found me at a bend in the … Continue reading Dear Old Friend
Days 28,29,30
Day 28 Skeltonic I feel the urge this need to purge winter piles paper for miles over stuffed files no call for smiles the day has come order undone not one bit fun I wish someone Could rescue me Come work for free It might take three I’ll have to see I’m buried here Unpleasant … Continue reading Days 28,29,30
Early Morning Poems 