Monthly Archives: June 2010
Tinderbox
Kerouac sees punks in his 20th chorus— all those who would fit on a page of a breast pocket notebook. Leftover ones dancing on the head of a pin, I’ll get over this disdain. I’ll listen again when amphitheaters begin … Continue reading
Filed under Overnight Poems
River Salvation
Three turtles on the back of a fallen wish bone branch, I’m looking down river again. The chain of lakes does not captivate. Without an ocean, my roots go thirsting for a source deep in the mud. Home is wherever … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Onomatopoeia
She takes the high road through fog infested woods. Nothing visible but the flight of leaves as she rounds curves and moves on. That whoosh is the voice of vertigo she leaves behind when it’s time to make a new … Continue reading
Filed under Overnight Poems
Guardian Angel with a Blues Harp
—not a lute. Storms have passed. Acoustic mass wraps black and tangles up inside the brick wall. Some of it will seep through. More will remain the ivy of darkness outside my window. Alone, I risk the walk outside at … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
Cul de Sac
She might choose it if the other ones prove too paved, or too ragged without sidewalks. She can’t be without sidewalks. Not for very long. He built it— he can curve around it and drive in the opposite direction off … Continue reading
Filed under Overnight Poems
Just So You Know
Always hated fire works, always will. I’ll be staying away. One bad jump off a life guard stand into State Beach sand, a twisted ankle no amount of eye candy color over the ocean could soothe. Never mind the explosions. … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
Off Season
Hollow women seek distractions in you. Numbed into summer is no way to look at the moon each night. That hill won’t hold all these heavy limbs and lids. I’ll be the one to rebel—I don’t want to be distracted. … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Aphasic (Day 2,773)
Numb’s the word. Just past summer solstice, no rain, muck blows off as a dusty burst of thoughts you may have—but they will remain trapped in a cephalic void. The conversation is over. I’m not ready. My jaw aches from clenching … Continue reading
Filed under Overnight Poems
Another Scramble
Meet me at the bus stop where we won’t wait to see another quarter moon translate the sky into a language for pedestrians without a bridge. We won’t wait for anything—we’ll be walking across 12 lanes of traffic, all lights … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
Withholdings
A straight shooter, she imagines everything becomes visible on her face. Imagines she casts no shadow, is exposed even when it rains. But into those blind spots go whole narratives unfolding with characters she didn’t invent roaming places she’s afraid … Continue reading
Filed under Overnight Poems
