March 25, 2010

Untitled #11

Button Your Eyes
Safety Pin Your Ears
Stitch Your Nose Closed
and then,
Unzip Your Lips.

March 23, 2010

Good Intentions

I rifled through your drawers
Tossed paper and clothing,

Once-dear-but-now-forgotten photographs all around
Reached into the pockets of my grandfather’s coat

Pulled out fistfuls of dirt
I sprinkled your floors with earth.
Next came a vial of the waterfall's drops.
I christened your mattress with cleansing
Leaves. The brightest colors against the most lucid blue
I bedecked your walls with ornaments
Scraps of newspaper, shards of glass
Bits, pieces of traced maps
I presented to you The World
I kicked out your windows and let the creatures in
Exploded your stereo with the frantic beat of drums
I filled to the brim your doors with the sounds of freedom
I tied ribbons to the mirror and flags to the molding
Let glitter fall from the spinning fan
Set loose the winds of joy!
But you came home from another urgent call
And saw a mess.

March 22, 2010

Seashell



Oh seashell, you are empty
Beauty is your trademark
With colors bright as day
But you are empty
The owner that you protected
Crawled out
Or maybe they just died
But they left you here
To be collected
As if you are of value
But how are you worth a thing without life?

March 13, 2010

Found Poetry, "Once More To The Lake"

You remember one thing
and that
suddenly
reminds you of another thing.

A camp on a lake
in Maine
the vacation that was a success-
remote and primeval.

Over the years
there had been
change
a middle alternative missed.

But there was a choice of pie
for dessert
and pretty girls
with clean hair.