Saturday, November 26, 2011

L'Action de grâces 2011 (poem)

We told you
not to go

We said
you’d get hurt

We told you
that if you go
looking for love again
you will end up
wondering why you spent
next week’s gas budget to drive
the twisty-turny roads
just to sit alone in their living room
and watch an episode of
Star Trek: The Next Generation
you thought particularly inane
back in 1992

We told you
how it would be
we told you
that love finds you
and if it doesn’t find you
love is not for you
you must live without

we told you
we told you
not to go

we said you’d
get hurt

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Death By Powerpoint Presentation (poem)

                Our mission statement has five “strands”, as it were
                Now I’ll walk you through this color-coded table
                I’ve been told I use too many acronyms
                Here’s a graphical representation that summarizes what I’ve said thus far
                I won’t discuss every page of this spreadsheet
                And, now, to recapitulate
                Any questions?

Sunday, November 13, 2011


Towels grown meager

Low-salt canned beans a luxury

The little dog with whiskers

who was better off in someone else's house

Dreams of thick socks

Fear like a crow on one's shoulder

Feet gripping

A beak that can split bone

No pity in those dark eyes

Some hours, years are best forgotten

Tell me how

Thursday, November 10, 2011


The slight drag of a long tooth
against my index finger
as the dog takes from me
the proffered kernel of white popcorn
reminds me that he could
rip the flesh of my hand from the bone
with an efficiency
that I could not equal
even if I remembered to keep sharp
they who call the knife block home.