Category: Book o’ Verse

  • my son’s asleep right now

    in his red and black
    “Incredibles” pajamas
    with his arms propped
    behind his head like
    a catapult on safety.
    His face is a bass note,
    calm and confident
    as if to say:
    “I’m a super hero. And a bass note. I’m a catapult.
    And I’ve got plots and plans aplenty.”

  • Fear My Nostrils

    You’re not the only one made uncomfortable
    by these lens flares
    twin pipes
    that threaten, curl,
    and shine.
    They can wrench the wind out of a room.
    Catch 5 quarters in mid-air. Each.
    And when they sneeze
    you turn away to miss a flash
    against the back of that
    prairie thunderstorm
    cow skull.

  • Short lines

    At the coffee shop
    a man long past down on his luck
    head resting on a piece of paper
    pen in one hand
    but no words on the sheet.
    Just 60 or 70 short lines
    twitched in all directions.
    A swarm of
    “I mean no harm”
    hand motions
    for him to sleep inside.

  • Vocabulary turn

    After a while
    they wanted to get so used to it
    they’d have
    a different word for each kind of rain
    say, one for fine-pointed rain
    that comes down
    light and silky
    one for thick drops where the rain is thick no matter
    how few drops fall.
    And then on a turn, the end of rain
    and a kind of
    sunlight showed up
    that was also fine-pointed.
    Or maybe shy. Loud yawning? It was
    sunny that day.
    All the puddles
    preparing to hibernate.

  • Sliding toward Sandy Hook

    I am inclined seaward.
    Tilted at my desk
    with my hair
    saltwater soaked.
    Seaweed, of course.
    There’s a mussel in each ear.
    and a starfish sucking on my nose.
    Five equal segments hath the starfish.
    No heart, nor brain, nor eyes.
    And yet I find
    its tube feet
    with their remarkable vascular system
    dragging me off into the deep.

  • Flea Market Fandango, 1985

    Bladed stars
    shuriken with bright black tips
    spread out wide against soft cassis cardboard like bats
    behind a glass case.
    I’m shopping from a safe distance.
    Five feet back, where the merchant
    can’t catch my breath.
    Ten minutes or so and
    now my sneakers have set
    into the muddy tire treads of this rained out road.
    The morning’s bagel keeps me warm.
    I’m not really shopping.
    Just standing still.
    Bladed stars, grant me ninja speed.
    Focus.
    Precision.

  • Ta da

    He said “ta da”
    because he wanted them to spot
    the magic. The unicorn and its twisting horn.
    The wand and its wand rainbows
    all spark to celebrate
    that spreadsheet.

  • See mammal

    I used to be an otter.
    Now I’m mostly.
    Mostly just.
    Odder.

  • The Skeptical Colonel

    Today was another important
    lost opportunity
    Another day when I didn’t seek an audience
    with the skeptical colonel —
    confront him with my passion.
    “Colonel, soon these oceans will run dry!”
    “Soon the humps of humpback whales will be revealed
    and all sorts of unknown sea creatures
    will flop about squinting in shallow pools!”
    “Colonel, for once in your damn life…”
    He arches a brow. My hair’s gone insane.
    “…can you not be so
    dangblasted
    skeptical?”

  • Emoticon Rescue

    It’s the smiley that really breaks my heart
    the little happy face you
    tack on
    right after you break goodbye, say the news, share that thing.
    You’re happy. And I’m glad for it.
    But where is your nose?
    Now who will save
    your missing nose?