Tuesday, March 12, 2013 - 09:22
Not terribly inspiring
But not bad either, considering that
An environmental activist,
Was actually the ghost of an activist.
His book sold well
In its time.
And he said he is writing another
That doesn’t mince words....
Thursday, February 21, 2013 - 13:04
His job is to feed us
And he hasn’t noticed that the walls are dissolving.
Soon he will be free as well.
So please, please
Don’t disappoint us.
When you tell what happened, to your grandchildren
You will say, those white beards came
Monday, February 4, 2013 - 12:17
I was having a hard time falling asleep
When I heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen.
Probably the cat after a mouse
Knocked something off the counter.
I made my way downstairs
Glad to have an excuse to get vertical.
When I entered the...
Saturday, January 19, 2013 - 15:28
I am coming –
Made of stardust
And the dust that escapes from vacuum-cleaner bags.
I am blowing.
I am rushed and roaring
Like a waterfall
Coming straight at you,
Pushing ghosts out of my way. . .
Wednesday, January 9, 2013 - 15:52
Here come the Pelicans,
Eight in a row
Following their leader,
Steering with their heads.
I stand at attention and salute.
Such primitive birds!
It feels right to honor
Their military instincts.
I’ll miss them.
Sunday, December 23, 2012 - 14:14
I dreamed that the DOE
Wanted to allow radioactive waste
From nuclear weapons facilities
To be recycled by siphoning it into
The single-stream Mississippi of the junk
That gets turned back into the stuff we buy.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012 - 15:22
Saturday, November 10, 2012 - 15:53
I took a walk up the hill yesterday.
It was a little muddy for sneakers.
I could feel the chill
Coming up through my soles.
At the top I turned
And was surprised to see
That the sky to the west,
Backlighting the hills,
Was the same...
Tuesday, October 23, 2012 - 11:01
According to Webster
the first walls were steep hillsides
or palisades utilized for defense.
How many walls do we need
To keep ourselves safe
And to secure all our freedoms?
The strongest walls are subtle,
Saturday, October 13, 2012 - 14:30
Life was passing away little by little
into stored memory.
Consequesntly death was becoming less possible;
just another archive
as life flowed back into the sun.
It is not at all surprising that
we started seeing ourselves in the sun...
Wednesday, September 12, 2012 - 17:48
The back of a man’s head spoke to me
On a metro-bus in Chicago,
A little bald spot with a shine.
Did you know, it said,
That the back of a man’s head is innocent?
No matter what the rest of the man has done,
Is doing, or thinking...
Saturday, August 25, 2012 - 23:27
There she goes,
Little more than skin and bones
Heading up the drive again.
Twenty years old, kidneys failing. . .
Her body language calls back,
The road is calling.
Crickets are chirping,
Friday, July 20, 2012 - 11:50
Right there in the middle of the field,
A silver tree.
That tree all by itself
Wants me to be its eyes,
To tell it what’s coming.
Or who. . .
I used to be able to see like that.
Two trees in one –
You can’t decide...
Wednesday, June 27, 2012 - 09:14
Let us bomb your...
Tuesday, June 5, 2012 - 14:02
Tuesday, May 15, 2012 - 10:52
In Zone R
Monday, April 16, 2012 - 10:28
I’m waiting in my car for a teacher friend
at the back of her school
all at once,
the kids begin pouring out of the building,
most of them gravitating
to the spots
where the buses will pull up;
in and out...
Wednesday, March 21, 2012 - 11:32
Mars, oh Mars
how pink you are!
You hang in the east –
a blushing star,
the abandoned quarry,
where I have come
to say, I’m sorry
For confusing you
with the god of war
Monday, February 27, 2012 - 20:59
Thursday, January 5, 2012 - 22:50
I approached him at the party
Because I didn’t know anyone,
Because he looked harmless,
Because he stood alone,
And I introduced myself.
You must know a lot of these people,
And he looked straight ahead and said,
Friday, December 23, 2011 - 02:23
Dear friend, timing is everything these days.
But if we wait for the "right moment" we might lose the day.
I have been wondering, of late, what the 60s have in store for me,
as I am done re-inventing myself.
But there is an essence, a honeyed core
Wednesday, December 7, 2011 - 19:33
What will we do when the gates go up?
Here is the dream: Consumers with money. A virtual middle class.
Cash and stuff. Jobs and cash. Benefits! Security.
Is there any way out?
Is it too late...
Saturday, October 22, 2011 - 20:09
It is the end of the day.
The trouble is we are dying. . .
Nobody talks like that,
But surely the setting sun understands this language.
But the wind,
If you want the wind to hear now, you shout.
The wind is busy mocking the weather report....
Monday, October 17, 2011 - 08:39
He hunches alone behind
His gray beard
He hasn’t read any best sellers
He dresses in shades
That make gray
Look like a rainbow
His name is a name
Out of a brief story
About someone whose
Saturday, October 1, 2011 - 15:50
Sunday, August 21, 2011 - 18:37
Back in the 50s
We were served up this warm vision
Of sculpted cloud-high bubble-cities
Catered by sloe-eyed robots.
How far that silvery angel has fallen!
Where Dick and Jane are playing hop-scotch
In the rocket graveyard.
Saturday, July 9, 2011 - 13:05
An old rock song plays
Distantly in my head
Behind three waterfalls.
The first waterfall, my tinnitus,
My faded memory of the song,
The third waterfall, my indifference. . .
I find that new songs don't age well...
Thursday, June 23, 2011 - 09:26
A boy is traveling
in the back seat of the family car,
a beige Rambler
driven by God
(who, just for now,
is his mother and father).
The boy is looking out the window
at everything that passes
along the road of life....
Sunday, June 20, 2010 - 14:25