Wednesday, February 24, 2010

The Silent Chill Death

It's so very cold
In a house with no windows
In rooms with harsh overhead lights

Where socks do no good
And the winter seeps in through
The cracks in the walls, bleached white

The chilled ice sinks deep
Into fancies of sleepers
And burrows into ancient bones

And preys on the young
By plucking their tongues
Snatching voices where er' the wind blows

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Glass Bottles

Lemon butterfly.
In a clear, blue bottle
Fluttering, sunshine glitter
On his wings.

Return.

If I could remember
The tender
Crocodiles' smile
How she engulfed me,
I might wait ...
To speak
To breath

But better worlds await us
In the glimmer of a turtles' gurgle
And I'm comforted by her leathery lips
Marbled shell

If only we could be
As good of company
As the speedy fruit fly

But I fear we are destined
For cheerful rebellion
Sharper miracles
And silver zebra beads.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Tunes

We don't know how
How to be cooler than cool
But we know how
How to pick a good groove

Gimmie some stumbling, silky blues
Or crackling, crumbling classical
Jumping, jiving jazz

Something I can tap my toes to
Hop a hoovercraft
Up to the clouds, looking
Down on
Jupiter

Billie Holiday crooning, baby.
She floats down to Andromeda
Into the fluffy
Star dust

She can hold her own
Angel voice, rollin' sweet like
Cinnamon sugar bagels
With extra cream cheese.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Scarlet

The Interior of the Heart
Gave me quite a start
When you said you would part
The seas

In order to be close
To the things you love most
A piece of buttered toast
And me.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Missiles

Missiles
Missed me
On my way to school.
Or did I miss the missiles?
Missed kissing the missiles?
Mr. Missile's fist missed my kisser by miles
My, Ms. Kissister, my sisterly child
Crystal missiles crying for kisses
So sorry, Ms. Kissister, my sister, wild with child
Mr. Missile misses my panoramic smile
That goes on for miles and miles and miles
And I miss missiles kissing
On my way to school
Don't miss me too much
My Crystal Missiles

Monday, October 12, 2009

Purple Poem

Lilac in the early spring
Plum purple wool socks
Drifting to sleep
Grapes and blueberries and cough syrup
Sticky finger paint on blank walls.