Friday, November 23, 2012

Nouvelle Vague

Always in Paris
Gray and chilled,
 Just after a rain
With mist in the air
Like a smokey room
Filmed in thick grains.
The sheer stark beauty
Of Tri-X film
Pushed two stops
Like a slow jazz riff
In black and white.

The cafes seemed better then,
So littered with American signs
And the pre-Mersey beat
Of early rock n roll
In a post-bohemian sigh
Laced in Gauloise Bleu and
Where the women were
Sleek as sorrowful fawns
With Botticelli eyes,
So studied in the ways
Of Montaigne and Marilyn Monroe.

The frantic roil
Of each New Wave
Childish in its feelings
And ancient in its thoughts,
Until it vanished
In the Merry May
Of a Maoist haze
And a Los Angeleno

Tuesday, October 02, 2012

Each Day

Each day
Like dew.
Each day
To darkness
Each day
Its dawn.

Scattered lives
Entwined like
Scattered thoughts
So slowly
Like tumbleweed
In a desert

Nothing last
It seems
And nothing
Adds with
Till all the
Tally in an
Endless row.

Once, in the
Facing mirrors of
A barbershop
I could see the
An Infinite loop
That stretched
Like a dream.

Saturday, August 04, 2012

In a Time of Disorder

We live in a time of disorder
Where every feeling has been devalued
Like tarnished gold in the back
Of a cluttered closet with a door
That has warped from a long rain
And the water pooled along the floor
Soaking old diaries till the ink bleeds,
Like tears smudging every page.

It is a time of disorder
As people lumber through life
As sullen movie-fried zombies
Staggering in shock and stupor
In a panic search for some
Dim memory of passing joy.
Perhaps forgotten love or
Fleeting glimpses of vague
Passions that once seemed real
Like an old aching bone
Until a terrible shadow stirred.
A rude awakening that was neither
Real nor dream but some poor
Land strangely in between.
Neither act nor shadow,
Neither life nor dream.

For we live in a tide of disorder
And the old bearded man
In the junk yard screams
That the dialectic is not a dream.
More a burden, it sometimes seems.
Never ending, sight unseen,
Relentless and unbending.
More remote than any star.
More relentless than any sea.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

The River

The muddy river
Spirals like a striking snake,
The shore always moves.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

The Deer

Deer in the cross-hair,
Eyes focused on the twilight.
Life should be so calm.

Saturday, April 07, 2012

A Bird

The bird trills each day
In dank woods and dry fields.
I can never sang.

Friday, April 06, 2012

Early Spring

The cherry blossoms
Fall and drift in currents free.
I must sweep today.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012


Your life,
Your honor,
Your world,
Your soul,
Your mind.

So occupy
Your dreams,
Your hopes,
Your thoughts,
Your fears.

You must occupy
Your present,
Your future,
Your now
And forever.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

In Memory

Old beliefs die hard,
My friend.
The workers paradise
And all
The glorious future
You once invested with
Hopes and dreams.
Mere objects that have
Stumbled into the furnace
(Like that stupid sled
At the movie's end).

During the waning days
You often asked me
To close a window
That wasn't there
While you enjoyed,
In your hospital bed,
A pleasant bus ride
Down Fifth Avenue.

I spared you from
The priest you didn't want
(But only because you
Had to beat the doctor's
Estimate – patience may not
Have been your biggest virtue).

Once the bed was stripped
And empty,
I was left with many things.
Old clothes and socks
And many, many clocks
(None of which were in