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 | Let's make a note on it
There is a food court in Washington, DC at Union Station
Okay
Next we go inside that food court
Some of the places use photos to show off their foods
Some use signs
Some have tantalizing hot bars lit up from which they serve the hungry travelers
Then you come upon the New York Deli or whatever it is called
Each morning at this fine establishment the employees set ... Continue Reading Posted: April 8th, 2011 |
 | The viking said
The Christmas snow was sent
Wrapped up in ribbon with a bow.
He raised the bridge
And said it's time to leave
This land of pastels and jewel tones.
So, I come now
Asking to be loved back
In the way my mom never was. ... Continue Reading Posted: January 6th, 2011 |
| Have we failed
These boys, these leaves
Falling from branches and bridges
In early autumn?
All these September suicides---
It feels wrong having survived. ... Continue Reading Posted: October 2nd, 2010 |
| The years blur by like scenery.
And I am at the wheel
Of a steel silver car
In a watercolor of city lights,
And pretty neighbor boys,
And the old chain stores
With my childhood inside.
I step out and into the scene---
Where have I even gotten to?
The car is gone.
The neighbors have moved.
The stores are all closed. ... Continue Reading Posted: June 30th, 2010 |
 | In white impossible halfway house,
goodbye, scratch long lost love.
White mice, black rat dash and echo every hour
in this white inhuman asylum of souls, holed up in heaven,
without angels, undying, cold and numb.
There’s a daydream. There’s high school. You and me.
There we hang out, hang on, hang . . . .
Our happy fix loves us more than we teens can love each other.
There’s hope rope ... Continue Reading Posted: January 27th, 2010 |
 | It was just a fine day of bird songs
that chime with the ray of sun, bush by bush--
the fresh leaves and prinklings from young spring.
Perched by a path of dust and soil,
I am just like the dust that is placed here. Once I shed my skin
to the root of earth my arm is new, my blood is new, my flesh is new—
my heart’s still the same.
I am like the fruit that once was hung,
now all th ... Continue Reading Posted: January 20th, 2010 |
 | I am learning that the important consideration is effort.
Don't "half ass" anything. Don't live via "conjunctions disjunctive" (LOL).
Watching last night the realization of a musical personality, an effort
that shows itself like the familiarity of friendship, like sex after loss
of virginity, stronger, more fully enjoyed for the repetition,
I derived a pleasure that equaled and enhanced what ... Continue Reading Posted: October 2nd, 2009 |
 | Maryland breezes across sand-colored cheeks
and it has been a very long time since the sun has had this side up--
its honey glazes the sky and rays of white feel like a prism
streaking the earth with a sweeping, strand colored sand, the sky filled
with a bright blue.
This soda-stained, worn wooden bench is a purple cotton blanket wrinkled
against the yellow-white beaches of Waikiki,
an ... Continue Reading Posted: August 21st, 2009 |
 | Free range chicken thighs, organic carrots, red potatoes, sea salt, pepper, Cajun dry rub, a baguette, sweet onion, olive oil, peanut oil, and sun-dried tomato dipping oil.
Perfect in this peaceful house at the end of the world,
three spirits joking, unmoved by the very music
and television of heaven:
After the gifts, friend, you gave me indebtedness
more bodily than if you had donated or ... Continue Reading Posted: August 20th, 2009 |
 | Unheeded warning:
An echoing
Cry connecting us for a moment;
My turn from the fright,
The eighteen wheels,
Annihilation with merciful,
Merciful swiftness;
Recognizing
An imitation of our kinship
In the wild gallop,
The unschooled eyes---
Something natural and something young
Crushed under the wheels.
Given the choice
I would feel nothing, least of all love. ... Continue Reading Posted: July 8th, 2009 |
