Month: July 2014

Pings

the sensation

of sound

can carry you

back

to infancy

and forth

to sedentary

 pots clanging

the show on television

the door opening

… closing

the spoon scraping

the bowl

the dog barking

people talking

the rain falling

the wind blowing

the AC clicking

the heater switching

the washers running

the phone ringing

Granny singing

somebody laughing

somebody crying

the chair pushed back

the page turned down

the footsteps in the hall

the hand on your head

the pat on your back

the kiss on your cheek

the memories you keep

the alarm buzzing

the shower sting

the crank of the car

the tread

stopping-turning-gliding

put it in park

get out and walk

daylight

to

moonlight

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She Is

when it comes

to tangible

things

and though

pleasing

surprising

thoughtful

they were

and thankful

I was

it is

an altogether

indescribable

amazing

thing

to open

crumpled packages

taped and tied

and she’s helping you

open them

birthdays

Christmas

Mother’s Day

Valentine’s Day

Any Day

she’s helping you

open them

can’t wait

for you

to see

what all

she picked out

for you

special

in her room

among her

most favorite treasured things

and she could

love, love, love

the locket

or the music box

or the peach tinged rose

or the silver broken butterfly wing

or the neon marker

or the mouse that jabbers and zags

or the Mexican maracas

or the monkey that jumps out of his box

or the rocks she found in the river that day

or the heart shaped paperweight

or the mustache pen

or really quite anything

that was given

or kept

or loved a whole lot

this is what

she wraps up

in crumpled paper

taped and tied

for me

to open up

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“Master Builder”

she brought

to me

a little Lego tree

on a little piece

of grass

attached to a strip

of sand

that was

attached to a strip

of sea

and said,

“see … that’s a tree

and that’s the grass

and that’s the sand

and that’s the umbrella

in the sand

like at the beach

and that blue part’s

the ocean …”

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Fighting Fish

and I forget

how long

but it’s been years

since we

bought him

on a whim

at that pet store

down the street

found him sitting

on a shelf

with a ton of other

fish

sitting in the same

boat

his speck eyes

sizing us up

and we agreed

he’s the one

and she held him

careful

in her backseat booster

all the way home

but the best part

was that moment

when

we lifted the plastic lid

off that container

and poured him out

into a big bowl

of water

and watched him

swim

and he did

a backstroke

and a butterfly

and scuba-dived

and looked at us

through his glass goggles

and winked

with those speck eyes

TL

Did

he sat

beside me

and smiled

like he does

and asked

“so, what’d you do today?”

like he already knows

what I’ll say

and at first

I thought about

saying

what he already knew

I’d say

“nothing.”

but for some

reason

I said

something

“well, this morning

I wrote a poem

and watched a hummingbird

fly

and let the dogs out

and let the dogs in

and fed the cat

and gave the baby rabbit a bottle

and changed the bird’s water and food and laid a fresh sheet

and did the same for the white rabbit

and dropped 4 pellets in the Betta bowl

and put the dishes in the washer

and the clothes

and waited on the Queen

and made a cake

the bed

her read

and worked out

and watched her nuke a burrito

and cut it up

and cleaned up Kool-Aid

the toilet

the crumbs

the counter

and watched

“wax on, wax off”

and cooked macaroni

and baked chicken

and put the laundry away

and taught her how to do

a jumping round-house kick

and played some music

and moved to it

and tried to find the UFC fight

for Saturday night

and let the dogs out

and let the dogs in

and fed the cat

and gave the baby rabbit a bottle

and put the dishes up

the pen down”

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Emersion

the cloud

above

tore like cotton

in my hand

like marshmallows

in hot water

getting smaller

dissolved

like bubbles beaded

in a bath

getting lighter

dispersed

like foam fingers

on a wave

getting closer

diffused

the print

battered in sand

burned

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Facets

there is

a silver stream

that trickles

through a village

and weaves its way

through town

and country

and state lines

covers continents

and boarders and walls and fences

over mountains

sea and air

it seeps into the street

through doors

and windows and bars

can get at anything

anywhere

at anytime

the armored man

the strongest woman

no difference

in the pocket

or the purse

the silver drops

the same

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Seeker

just yesterday

the train whistle

blew through

Opelika, Alabama

wherein lies

Historian Henry Stern

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Drift

the distant

rumble

reverberates

the ripple

a drop effect

of summer

saturated in sheets

hung out

on the line

to dry

like the bills

of bark

that fall

and scatter

in circular motion

picked up

like a sail

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Mortal

if it meant

she could

she would

she’d suit him up

and send him

high

straight for

the magic pie

that Armstrong ate

the slice that made him

dance on air

and nothing was hard

up there

like it was down here

where a maze of medicine

can slow it

not stop it

and she knows those

who’ve been there

who are there

but it’s different

when it’s your door

and the kids are yours

and they don’t know

what you know

and how can you explain

what you haven’t yourself

only that

we but live

of us all

on a watch

of gold

not ours

to wear

and so it is

and so it was

and so it will be

for we are

what we are

not born

of this

lest we forget

from time to time

He will remind

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No More

he looked up

with those sad droopy-eyes

and almost caved

but steeled myself

and turned away

two’s enough

no more dogs

no more rabbits

no more birds

woke up

the next day

to a tiny panther

and she looked up

with those bright yellow eyes

and said, “step aside”

so now I say

no more dogs

no more rabbits

no more birds

no more cats

TL

White Dove

Sam i am

was a quiet man

who talked a lot

about simple things

like where to put the comma

in a sentence

he’d call me up

close to midnight

to make sure

and I loved him for that

for caring that much

about that

dog tired

and red-rimmed

he never gave in

put himself in their shoes

he understood the product

the first-read

and nobody knew

out there

but I like to think

they did

just didn’t know it

all those years

’til that morning

when they were left

wondering

what was missing

something was missing

somewhere between the line

the day Sam i am

turned off his lamp

put down his red pen

and never called me again

TL

 

Baby Blues

she’ll get in

her car

and drive

and maybe she’ll

put on some music

and maybe she won’t

she’ll be hot

from the run around

and crank the AC up

full blast

so she won’t mess

her makeup up

but it won’t be the sweat

she has to worry with

she’ll stop at the light

and wait for it

to change

and she won’t see

the scene

in the shield

the grass, the trees

automatic movement

she might take a sip

if she has a cup

and her cell might ring

and she’ll pick it up

and probably answer

and depending on

who it is

she’ll talk or won’t

and the closer she gets

to the brick

the further she’ll go

inward

so the outward

will be light and bright

and ready for hugs

and “welcome back”

and repeat questions

and repeat answers

and she’ll laugh

like she does

and show pictures

and it’ll be ok

‘cause she knows

the clock on the wall

never stops

and being busy

makes it tick faster

so she’ll stay busy

and when it’s time to go

she’ll get in

her car

and drive

back to him

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Tourist

there’s this

segment series

new

that comes on

T.V.

between Redemption

and Flay

and I record ‘em all

and watch ‘em

when it’s just me

play

rewind

pause

and the kimchi

burns my eyes

TL

Ballerina

still has

glitter

on the toe

this small slipper

gold

spray painted

for the show

it turned

a kid

from nowhere

into a star

somewhere

TL