Monthly Archives: January 2010
Untitled (Day 2,631)
Subversive gardening, I am an urban vine unwilling to be tethered to one person’s possession. I will not become part of anyone’s landscape of ownership dispute. I will grow as my environment allows. I will become a grubby urban palimpsest … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Cauldron Over Ice
Macbeth is here to be seen down by the river. Take a walk on the endless bridge overlooking it to get ready. These three sisters will not be dismissed.
Filed under Night Poems
Franconia Sculpture Park
Reclaim a shed, hitch it by cables to the sky, spin it around to face that northern horizon as it becomes enlarged by civil twilight. Use earth to honor the earth—a dirt laden jigsaw puzzle piece suspended above its perfectly dug … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Act
as if he could give you what remains of daylight. Shadow kisses across your cold cheek. Relief from rush hour chaos—a simple word breaking off your mouth. Energy from ten cups of black coffee, ten cans of Red Bull not … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Camera Invisible (Day 2,626)
If she were shooting photos day by day, she would look for you in two-way skyway motion, would need to actually see you, then find a way to take your image without being exposed. Impossible. You’re nowhere near here. Not … Continue reading
Filed under Day Poems
Mixology
All this talk of the source, the head, convergence of three ecosystems—not to mention bog. I’m here to ask what about the middle where we’ll find you stirring our liquid footprints with yours to concoct a cocktail to be drunk … Continue reading
Filed under Overnight Poems
Junction
My weakest hours come too bright, too central, too exposed—take me to the blue hour where I belong between definitions.
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Asbury Park
Your name too terrifying to say, all those wounds on display before there were scars. They say you are rescuing yourself now. But back then you were locked out, no one in Ocean Grove dared to hold the key. And … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems
Moraine
Once the digging begins, no reburial will do, no wildest classroom with doors opening onto knob and kettle will teach away sanctity exhumed. No fire will ruin the virgin red pine forest for the future. Neither deer browsing nor beavers … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
