Tuesday, November 07, 2017

Safety Notice

Christmas trees
can bite
like a thorny rose,
full of spite.
Hollies are most lovely
and deadly just the same.
Poinsettias will kill
the cat, they say.
The lights can spark
and blow
and tinsel can fly
up your nose.
For the holidays
are deadly, dear,
as you well know.

Monday, August 21, 2017

Tweet Mania

The twit has tweeted
his twittered tweets,
twisty tweets indeed.
Tweets that tittered toward
crazy realms
where twits must tweet
all day.

Friday, May 26, 2017

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time
still opens every dream
like a fairy tale
of things unseen.

If only we could
freely glide
like a butterfly against
the sun lit sky
with colors bright
and bold,
graceful swirls of
golden rays
resisting the daily

They say the impossible
takes a little longer.
So the implausible
should be soon.

Monday, March 20, 2017

A Trip to the Moon

Like flickers of light
in an old Méliès film,
memories spin between
goofiness and wonder.

Like years ago when your plane was late
and I and our son waited by the phone
for numerous updates as a simple
hop from New York became a
logistical feat
and our son was busy watching
a mindless home video show and
discovered the joy of hysterical laughter
from a clip of someone stuck in a toilet
until you called from a
departure gate at LaGuardia
and we left late in the night
on a zig-zag course through
post-industrial waste and debris
framed by a low rising moon
that was large and white
with a crystal shine in a clear dark sky
and we drove straight toward it
like deep space explorers
sailing across the currents of
a celestial sea.

One minor moment
that clings like a precious dream.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Inauguration 2017

The glass is half-empty.
The glass is half-full.
So damn the glass.
It's shattered
like bits of confetti
scattered in a alley
where even weeds
barely grow.

We need a new metaphor.
The American dream
has run aground
yet the white whale
never was found.
Just a crazy pile
of fractured fantasies
that beguiled so many
generations like
opiate fiends who tried
to believe a mystic thing.
Sweet promises
made with tears.

Puritans thought that demons
roamed the forests.
Nightmares sneaking from
Primordial darkness
to their dreams.
So they lived with fear
and a need for shadows,
like children hiding
beneath a blanket while
creatures banged around
their beds.

They say all men are equal.
They say all men are free.
So why have we made
so many chains?
Even in the noontime,
we still live within
Plato's Cave.

Principles were the bonds
forged in blood.
Guilt and amnesia became the glue.
Theft and ignorance were threads
to hold the tattered
conflicts in check
with some vague ideal.

But the demons remained,
hiding in the mirror,
lurking by our side,
waiting for that moment
when, like a worn out bulb
the soul goes dim
and fear rushes in.

Sunday, January 01, 2017

The Grasshopper Lies Heavy

The grasshopper lies heavy
Upon a leaf slender green,
In forest unseen.