What Do You Have in That Headlock
How do we know
what now is
if it’s always passing
through us
before we can get a good
grip on it.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Old Jewish Proverb
Old Jewish Proverb
Mouthfuls of moon dust
still taste like dust.
Why scrub the dishes, when
they can soak.
After a great flood, if you
are alive, you
should say, Well, it could have
been much worse.
Mouthfuls of moon dust
still taste like dust.
Why scrub the dishes, when
they can soak.
After a great flood, if you
are alive, you
should say, Well, it could have
been much worse.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Text Art: Tell Me
The floor provides helpful suggestions sometimes. From one room into another!
A happy weekend to you, and thank you for looking here.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
The Outfield Wall
The Outfield Wall
When the left fielder
smashes into the outfield wall
cranium-first, the medic sprints out
and crouches next to him,
close, studying the player’s face
like he loves him. Maybe the crowd
goes away for the men, and the game,
there is only the green wall,
the red dust, the green field,
words, and pain. We can’t hear
the player but we know what he says:
here’s how it happened,
and here’s how it feels. What it is
and then what it is like.
When the left fielder
smashes into the outfield wall
cranium-first, the medic sprints out
and crouches next to him,
close, studying the player’s face
like he loves him. Maybe the crowd
goes away for the men, and the game,
there is only the green wall,
the red dust, the green field,
words, and pain. We can’t hear
the player but we know what he says:
here’s how it happened,
and here’s how it feels. What it is
and then what it is like.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
In What World
In What World
If you want to know what
happens to a dream deferred,
open up the crisper. This is
who I want to be, asparagus
and grape tomatoes and
cucumber. The fridge is
responsibility, and the pantry,
resourcefulness. In what world
will I ever use up a whole onion,
I remember thinking, ten years
ago, and this morning, it’s hmm,
almost out of onion. Groceries
are tarot cards, we can read them
like they are. You can be good
here, you can be your intentions.
If our civilization falls while we
are still alive, the Giant Eagle
is where we’ll hide. The apocalypse
gets filmed in the neighbor’s kitchen,
the mall, and the supermarket.
We will brace the doors with
whatever we can find, carts, crates,
lobster tanks. Hunger returns,
writes alive across us, flees,
approaches. Whose hunger could
we banish to the outskirts of
our village. There can be joy
in opening the crisper, finding
a third of a sweet potato on
the brink of mold or dessication.
There is still a way to save this.
If you want to know what
happens to a dream deferred,
open up the crisper. This is
who I want to be, asparagus
and grape tomatoes and
cucumber. The fridge is
responsibility, and the pantry,
resourcefulness. In what world
will I ever use up a whole onion,
I remember thinking, ten years
ago, and this morning, it’s hmm,
almost out of onion. Groceries
are tarot cards, we can read them
like they are. You can be good
here, you can be your intentions.
If our civilization falls while we
are still alive, the Giant Eagle
is where we’ll hide. The apocalypse
gets filmed in the neighbor’s kitchen,
the mall, and the supermarket.
We will brace the doors with
whatever we can find, carts, crates,
lobster tanks. Hunger returns,
writes alive across us, flees,
approaches. Whose hunger could
we banish to the outskirts of
our village. There can be joy
in opening the crisper, finding
a third of a sweet potato on
the brink of mold or dessication.
There is still a way to save this.
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