Saturday, December 29, 2012

Hating Snow

"I hate snow. It's fake. It's a facade that covers everything."

"It's beautiful though," he said.

"It just covers all the dirtiness," she said and stood. She wore thick makeup.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Post-it Poems: 3

(Post-it Poems criteria)

Young exotic
thinks quixotic
reds and blues;

yuletide greens

spring through
you, darling
of 6th Avenue.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Marlon Brando

I consumed hearts, souls,
unwillingly received them

into me. My young strong
arms couldn't push

them away. My girth
grew till little beauty

remained. You see this
grave face always open,

expelling millions of
private parts once

consumed? It's a great
effort. I'm lucky to

exorcise ten per day,
but others knife

into me. God allows
this! Shakespeare, I'm

sorry and exit you!
Jimmy Dean, you're screwed.

Prophets, poets, politics
and philosophs are only

portals. God, please close
mine soon. These bones

are raked through. Save me
before I become Adam's

mother, dust.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Good Tidings

The holidays are painful. I've always preferred the generosity of presence to its pseudonym; but as we age, every day becomes haunted by a missing one; the joy of "auld lang syne" is replaced by the grief of "without mine".

I won't offer any condolences because I feel we have to find them within ourselves or through our beliefs, even our loved ones are no comfort if our mind is set.

For me, joy is always present in loving others (despite the nonsense accompanying existing), and its more substantial than happiness.

Photo by Leslie Goshko

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Clouds Without Water

Jude 1:13
"[W]andering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness for ever."

Humbled by my table
I bow, and write
across the sky.

Drink a thought,
consume a world,
morning bacon.

At night,

no brightness,
stone glows alone
under pond

of tears. Fear this,
wandering stars,
death by light.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Friday, December 14, 2012

Not Ironic

I paid for my Rembrandt post card with a J. P. Morgan Chase debit card. A pencil pricked my finger as I placed it into a cup at the P. Morgan Museum Shop.

Woman Carrying a Child Downstairs [ca. 1636]

Wednesday, December 12, 2012