erupt!
spring out of the earth
a thousand
thousand grasses
a million blooms heavy
with the buzzing
of bees
and the hummings of birds
who have forgotten the words
and soon
soon
the peaches
with their soft fuzz
and their sensual curves
dripping with sticky
sweet
nectar
Tag: poetry
Poem 20150329
so impatient and greedy
for words
the reader clicks
and clicks and
clicks
and here they are
a few lines
meant for the hungry reader
lines etched in photons
that disappear
when the window closes
but leave their ghosts
trails on the backs of your eyelids
like fireflies
the night cannot hide
you could feel them
with your fingertips
if you could just
make
it
dark
enough
Poem 20150328
the rooster said
that’s a joke son
a joke
i made a funny
but it went right over your head
too fast for you
you gotta keep your ears open
ears i say
and i laughed
and my dad who was sitting in
a recliner, almost sixty to my
ten years
laughed
laughed so hard that tears
ran down his face
laughed so hard he couldn’t breathe
and that to me was funnier than
anything the rooster said
Poem 20150326
there’s something wrong
with a road made of concrete
that forces you to drive
in a single
straight direction
as fast as you dare
–faster than the driver in
the lane next to you because
by god, he’s not going to beat you
in spite of the fact
that you don’t know him
and you have no idea
or interest in where he’s driving
or when he has to be there
there’s a lack of freedom
on a freeway
with its straining arteries clogged
by lipid, adiposian cars
all racing toward
one giant cardiac event
Poem 20150325
i whisper a secret in your ear
you smile, rise up
from where we sit
and walk barefoot
across the grass
to lean against an old fence
you try not to look at me
but i catch you anyway
a stream sings about rocks
and fish and water splashing
and in the distance
a handful of trees
whisper their own secrets
to each other
leaf to leaf
and branch to branch
your skin shines
like moonlight
and you move
like moonlight
illuminating everything
with each footstep
and beneath your toes
the grass
whispers a secret
Poem 20150324
the redhead and the brunette
arrived at the buffet
at the same time
they circled each other warily
though there was plenty of food
the redhead lunged at the brunette
forcing her away from
the table
then chased her
screaming
from the dining hall
and returned to
eat alone
Poem 20150323
sometimes
i want to dissolve
be everywhere at once
but so diluted
that there’s no focus
no place to shine a light
no light to shine
you could dissolve too
our atoms could mingle
and there’d be no way to tell
where one of has slid
into the other
would it feel electric
or fuzzy
warm or cold
or at all
Poem 20150322
falling
a leaf does it
though i almost
never see the action
just the evidence
brown and split on the ground
tracked in wet and flat
on the bottom of my shoe
and always always near
the entryway
just in time for the cat to spot it
and in this drought
i try to feel guilty
for watering my trees
but i can’t work it up
because these are my trees
and their leaves
are
Poem 20150321
head and shoulders
knees and toes (knees and toes)
is all well and good
but the parts i am interested in
the eyes
the ears
the lips
the mouth
–inside and out
the nape of the neck
the throat
the elbows
–yes elbows
the breasts, good god
the ribs
the wrist
the bellybutton
that hollow in the small of the back
the curve of the hip
the ass
the swell of the thigh
the inside of the thigh
the knees
–wait the knees are in there–
ok, the back of the knees, then
the ankles
the soles of the feet
and skin
–skin skin skin
i suppose there is a reason why
they are left out of the song
too many verses
that adults couldn’t get through
without tearing off their own clothes
Poem 20150319
the lion stands on the plains
in the morning sun
his mane matted
and falling out
his bones ache
he may be losing a tooth
he doesn’t have any roars left
to rise like thunder from his chest
the other males have driven
him to the edges
and the females ignore him now
there’s little game for him when
the hunt is over
forcing him to scavenge the stripped bones
and risk the hyenas
their snarls and their laughter
his big-cat memory
reaches back to a morning
when he rose proud, as golden as the dawn
when his voice made flocks of birds wheel
black and graceful in the blue-white sky
as if by his command
this pride won’t bear him any more cubs
he pants
staring into the distance
watches the grasses wave
watches the solid shadows that are birds
peck and hop and scratch for food
maybe he can work up
one last roar
Words and Feathers 