The Craven: A Parody of PoeOnce upon a court inquiry, while my witness plead sincerely,The Craven: A Parody of Poe3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over whether or not he witnessed a murder on a mansion floor,
While I prodded, nearly smacking, suddenly there came a cracking,
As of someone's neck snapping, snapping behind the courtroom door.
"Tis some murderer," I muttered, "whacking behind the courtroom door.
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, we linked the oft dismembered mobsters of a chic September,
Yes, the mob's each dying member spilt their guts upon the floor.
Eagerly I swished espresso on the morn I named the torso,
She who until late fought escrow, clauses, deeds, and more.
A wry and wise defense attorney whose office door had read 'Dior.'
Jobless here for evermore.
And the sulking, sad and witless weeping from each extra witness,
Chilled, fulfilled me, raging 'tween the jury's and the judge's snores.
Yet now to hush my unbelieving mind, standing there conceiving:
"Tis some nameless witless witness bleeding 'hind the courtroom door,
Some late nameless witless witn
Man:An arachnid needling into nothing;Man:3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thrown rope nestled in NASA's outer space;
A Hindu clarinet player's helper
Ascending an airy, azure ether.
A phalange of "my gawd" (an ice/ash pillar)
After an airborne space craft's absconding,
A moon-landing. Impossible motion,
Mired in unimaginative minds
Meditating on Om, missing the flight.
SpacefeintThe astronauts had no rear-view, lying vertical,Spacefeint4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes to instruments affixed, octopoid arms aflight,
moving eerily as one
Like college-bound teens, they didn't look back,
the mother's faint tears smothered by
the thunder of flaming engines.
Old films and space museums first alerted their minor selves
to the intoxicating blue of the earth's
In the simulator, they swigged digital earthshine,
complex watertanks faking weightlessness --
the sim just wasn't the same.
Belts unbuckled, floating on ballerina feet, a speechless face
in each porthole, no one noticed the captain's
His hypoxic brain unbetrayed by gravity, his limp spine
erect, his outstretched hands drifting clouds,
his eyes wide shut.
In his dream: father sat stiffly at breakfast,
the paper clumped in each fist, with
Long before Jupiter's great red beauty spot, the iron
hearts of stars, the moon's cephalic
sea of tranquility:
an unbuttered crust of bread,
Anxiety Attackwith both eyes unfocused/Anxiety Attack5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
open my hand
contains the water falling on windows
the distant stars of traffic lights
as far as the eye can see
is in me, because with both eyes unfocused/
open one hand becomes two
now dared to deal
I'm two ghosts pretending to be one man
I'm worried you won't put me back together
see me as whole
see me as falling apart
I'm worried you'll never lose the photo of me
superimposed against the world
pregnant with it
and immortally unimportant
The 1998 HousefireThe 1998 Housefire at 198 Wentworth SouthThe 1998 Housefire5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Snow falling on cinders; falling on issues,
300, of Mad,
and Nintendo Power;
falling on a consoles red Cyclopean power (cooked
internally, blinking to black,
volumes of ongoing adventures, dreams of power,
my life in virtuosity, melting,
gooping into Grade One element comprehension);
falling on posters and curtains
gone up fire-fast, like Japanese letters read
falling on the bamboo-print
bed, the heat
to beat the heart;
falling on candles;
falling on bookshelves great with stomach
falling on shadows
I once hid from as from
a hungry ghost;
Falling where Nagasaki
where the ceilingwhere the roof
I feel the pain of everyone.
Then I feel nothing.
BangsBangsBangs5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it really doesnt matter father
said this is where she died
(everything that made winter here
bearable made summer death);
is there anywhere
death hasnt trespassed?
(Im not afraid)
any office, jail,
(I dont believe in heaven in the winter)
Pentagon warehouse, behind
lock after lock after lock after lock,
no crushed tick, no swallowed spider?
its much worse
biking beyond the bridge,
still breathing, unbearably heavy,
where, graduation night, years back,
(I dont believe in winter in the fall)
a sober wrist-snap kissed
grill to abutment,
the first day of the rest of our lives
spent leaving behind
and wilting bouquets
(mine, plastic, actually,
dont hate me)
lock after lock after lock after lock,
I slept where she died
in the attic
of his minds eye
Watch Your StepDelicately placing light bulb in trashWatch Your Step5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Delicately climbing in through the window
Delicately cracking breakfast on the rim of the pan
Delicately planning future with the lawyer
Delicately pulling the skin off the foot
Delicately appraising the new music
Delicately allowing the thoughts to flow
Delicately closing eyes against the showerhead
Delicately accepting the pain inside
Like some respectable host
Like, pile it on the bed in the room no one uses
But the doors are urgent now
With the weight
A barn door kind of red
Like aliens arriving outside
To take away, but run without
And everything's bursting behind and now
Captured, kicking and thrusting, feet waving goodbye
Like new angels
Delicately watching the needle change hands
Delicately seeing through the passenger windshield
Delicately taking the steps back inside
Feather, Knife, and WifeUnpretentious princess at the lip of the wildFeather, Knife, and Wife4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
broods on her position in the tribal order.
She's gritting her teeth at development's border
with weapons unfit to inspirit kismet's child.
An arrowhead barely tattoos the tractor tread,
A hand-axe fells not the crane its longevity.
Ironicallly, the machine's owe their brevity
to the First Spirit's black blood wrested from breast's red.
A computer geek morningstar, alive by chance,
going cold turkey off his electronic life,
stumbles from the rubble of Armageddon's fire,
surprised to discover unmolested expanse.
She trains him in the ways of feather, knife and wife,
First Spirit's gifts renew him, return him, rewire.