12/4

silver tracks flow as parallel streams
while gravel grows in between

6

underneath that ol' t-shirt
is even softer than
those worn threads you wear so well
flaxen fronds flow from your blue bill
eyes shinin' like the wings of a jay
often a smirk turns up one corner
and i recall cherub's cheeks
when parted reveal the strongest set
and warmest breath
carrying the sweetest scent -
a delicious blend of coffee and cigarettes

crossword assistance

"in his brocaded swivel chair
the plump aga khan sits majestically
... matches pounds against carats"

"stand by your man"

i hear tammy's desperate cry
and the pain of one dear to me
is defined by that beautifully melancholy song

poems from the farm

8/1
thanks to my mama
for teachin' me how to skip stones
i'm havin' fun
on this beach all alone

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"nightwalkers"
otherworldly and aglow
not moonbeams nor meteorites
gently grazing the mossy forest floor

stalking satellites and stars
through a maze of spruce
weaving in and out of the folds
of my mind

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8/15
MANY BERRIES
TREMBLE IN MY WAKE
THEY CANNOT HIDE
FROM THE MIGHTY RAKE

apples to apples

high school football
ginkgo trees
keanu reeves

7/25

"Darling, this is a big undertaking."

die capitalists

"give a man a fish
and he'll eat for a day,
teach a man to make
reservations
and he'll eat for a lifetime."

and my contempt
for humanity grows...

constellations

the ancients
could connect the dots
of ursa major
we open our eyes
as wide as we can;
still it appears as
a giant ladle
scoopin the soup of
the cosmos

Conversations, or What I have Learned about Them

there is no good time
and there is no bad time
there is just time - if that even exists at all

disappointment on a citybus

I saw her on the side of a
bus today, selling sugary
bullshit to the drones of this
c[o]unt[ry] and i thought to
myself, "ellen is a
corporate whore."

linear queries

where is the line between
honesty and insult?
or love, lust, and disgust?

independence day

everybody loves fireworks but not
everybody loves Explosions in the Sky

No Such Mess

i know some of the songs
may make your eyes roll
and pretend to puke
in your shirt pocket
but i like them for
at least the reason that
they may instill thoughts
of your being
maybe more
than just a thought or
fleeting notion

you look stupid in that hat

"I can't stand to watch
this go down..."
I want to set fire to
every straw fedora I see.

moleskin blues

Never thought a
day would come
where a blank sheet
of paper could
be so intimidating
Yet also finding
comfort in drawing
the same characters
time and time again
they are my only friends.

shangri-la

readin' fiction
is just like admittin'
someone else dreams
more beautifully
than you

oh, thank heaven

"boy or girl? boy or girl?"
a confused convenience clerk inquires
to which i reply,
"both. at the same time."
we take our chips
and our salsa
and our american spirit(s)
and go stumbling
out into the street
sides splitting,
like dinosaurs under the cambridge moon

bostonian architectural juxtaposition

a curious coupling: classic and modern
huddled under ancient brick archways
sturdy old brownstones slump in the shadows
of great glass giants gleaming
like the chrysalises of some futuristic arthropods

neon with virginia plates

i don't care if you think i drive too slow
i don't want to die spinning out of control
in this silly hunk of metal
rubbery rounds and squealing machinery

bk//atdi

lucky star
back home from afar
hear the words
he wrote back then
and i feel how
the city once was
now i've been and
i seem to understand
or just wish i could write
something as beautiful
as relationship of command

My life is a cliché

Livin' out of a knapsack
Just like Jack Kerouac
Hey - don't give me that look
I know
I know, I never even read that book
I'll get around to it
someday
But for now that seemed to be
the right thing to say

Down/Up

Downloading health
Uploading wealth
Programing stealth

Nightcrawlers!

Squirm like a worm; melt into floorboards
Curtains catch an invisible breeze
And I watch Christmas lights breathe

baby, you could be my 'missed connection'

café boy from the north country
so warm even though your winters are long
bostonian baristas are all shoulders 'n elbows
they don't even wanna get to know ya

143JBC

At the favorite spot in York
I sat trying not to stare
Trying not to notice her shaking hand

That's when I knew
She wouldn't be around forever

Cars zoom past us on the interstate
And I savor each moment
I hope these days never end

And Talk About the Weather

Global warming
may be a sham
But!
Snow covered
lots, lakes, lawns,
shores, and sheds
Of forty-nine states
More in Virginia than Maine
The times they are a-changin'

News

"Guilty in overdose death of daughter"
The headline glares at me through the window
and I can't help but think of you

Poems of the Digital Age

T-X-T
M-S-G
Po-eh-tree

Send message to "me"
Cuz my memory is shot
From all that
"Hey whatchu got?"

The Mighty Monatiquot

Sit by the river of youth
Motor oil and dirty diapers
When did all these houses change color?
Have I been sleeping with my eyes open?