Thursday, November 06, 2014

Welcome to the 6th Extinction

Welcome to the 6th Extinction,
No reservation required.
A waiting seat at every table,
No shoes or ties requisite
And tipping is declined.

The thought is overwhelming
If we ever had a clue.
Well we have a clue or two,
Deeply buried in the litter
Of life's routine distractions.

Our gods shall be forgotten
As our history turns to dust,
Like Ozymandias and his legs
Alone and weathered in the sun.
Behold ye mighty, yet again.

For all things rise
And all things fall
And the cycle begins anew,
Ceaseless and ever changing,
Oblivious to our will.

Monday, October 06, 2014


Lost town
Hidden deep in hills and shadows.
Abandoned homes bleached white.
Fragments remain,

Monday, September 01, 2014


First star.
Final embers of cosmic birth.
A bang, they say, profound.
Eternal dawn
And night.

Sunday, August 31, 2014


Soft silk,
Like the first blush upon your face.
The quizzical stillness
Of our first kiss.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Family Snaps

Gelatin-silver, shadows fixed,
Tiny frozen snaps of time.
Old photos poorly stacked
In a box at the closet's back,
Buried in a crypt of
Mothballs and old coats.
Three generations reaching back.
Faded memories of picnics and
Birthdays and dinners and trips
And so many poses with so many folks
With the same bewildered
Frozen smile.

I have relatives I never knew
With names I rarely heard
In family tales that only
Grandparents ever understood.
About lost family friends with
Their ancient cars who drove
Just briefly passed the camera's
Impassive lens.

Perhaps, I think, one solitary
Figure may be my great-grandfather.
In a field somewhere, here or there,
Since a plain is a plain,
Hungarian or Midwest.
This one fuzzy photo is
All that's left, like a ghost
On a summer's afternoon.

Friday, May 09, 2014

A Thought on Herman Melville

That Melville guy did a number on us all,
Don't you see, when he
Struck the one great metaphor
And stole the perfect symbol
Of a doomed American dream and
Then, like a drunken sailor adrift
At sea, the ruined search for that
White whale indeed, that Moby Prick
That roiled its way into the canon
While leaving us, his inheritors,
Doomed to the dark eternity
Of referential scores.

Sunday, March 09, 2014

State of Disunion

Do not turn my drama
Into panic
Simply to rob me
Of my self-indulgent fit.
Oh woe for me,
This narcissism is our
Common currency.
Irony is the singular curse
Of the cheaply jaded;
Glib and often meaningless
Like wilted roses
In an empty room.
We have all become
A lonely dancer
On a crowded ballroom floor;
Spastic motions of
Set to the beat
of a drunken drummer.
The commonweal
Broke up online
Abandoned in the rain
Like a rejected suitor
On a tea party afternoon.

Friday, January 17, 2014

Thinking of William Blake

Oh where are you Willie boy,
With your bowl of burning gold
And sword unsheathed
In poetic might against old
Satan's mills?

That sweet Jerusalem
You never found
Among the pastures green
And ancient footsteps still
Unseen in shadows lost
Among the hills.

A vision as pure as dreams,
More beautiful than any tiger,
Brighter than any flame.
Like your arrows of desire
From which Jerusalem
Yet will spring.