Saturday, March 17, 2012

Cork


Stop up the world
Why don’t you?
Absorb the scent of
Fermented grapes
And stow-away
Dreamers.
And while you’re at it,
Break my wrist
From prying you from
The bottle
As I suck the sweet nectar
That is life, liberty,
And the pursuit of
Public indecency.

Deck of Cards

We gathered round excitedly,
drinking deeply the magic we created.

"Look what I can do!"
"I'll figure [the trick] out as I go along"
"Cut the deck,"
    "I'm trying,"
"You're supposed to pick them off
The table when you cut them-"
   "I know!!"
"I can turn the card invisible!" 
"I did this trick for hours at a time
with the younglings...looks like its
the same time span for college students!"

Who knew 52 scraps of paper
could bring us so much happiness?

Balloons


Red, yellow, blue,
Mustard, ketchup, cheese,
Helium, rubber,
My balloons!

Paper Tardis


Little blue box
Made of paper and ink
That would carry me
Out of time.
Out of space.
Out of being essentially.
The door opens




Double-stud Earring

It impales me,
It impales me,
With chains
and feathers
it runs me through.
A metal spike,
A metal spike,
held in place
with tight backings.
I smile with a
sense of beauty.




Thursday, March 15, 2012

Cliche Poem

Open mouth, insert foot, if
Love is blind, and part of God's plan.
The blind lead the blind:
I'm digging a hole,
Head over heels in blindness with you.
Stay in my ballpark. This chair has your name on it.
It's up in the air;
just follow me.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Fulfilled

Breathe in, count to three, walk
out to the stage, take
your places. The concert is about to
begin. Look up, smile, the conductor
is ready to cue the orchestra.
Breathe in, count the measures, open
your mouth to sing. You know
the notes, each one a heartstring
thrumming in your chest
before ringing in your ears.
Exhilerating, performing for
those you know. A special joy,
a set-apart privelage. Just

Breathe in, count to three, walk
out to the corridor, take
your place in line. The audience is
on their feet. Smile, it's only
the first half. Enjoy this. You've
waited and longed. The bagpiper
waits, ready to reenter,
playing triumphantly
as you take centerstage
adn bring the walls
to stand at greater attention,
for true passion takes the stage,
own your orchestra.

Breathe in, count to three, here
you are alive.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Epigrams


We only know that which is unknowable

All it takes to be insane is too much curiosity

If the phone doesn't ring, it's me.

Life is like american express, don't leave home without it.

Sometimes the only thing to do is grab a roll of duct tape and hold on tight.