Monday, August 31, 2009

Alpha-Political Verse 2009

From time to time, I write an alphabetical poem summing up a period’s zany and significant political moments, with links to my related satire.

Although Barack Obama’s administration is still relatively new, there’s already plenty of material for another piece of alpha-political poetry:

"A is for Alaska with its lovely Russian view.

B is for the Birthers who will rant and rave on cue.

C is for conservatives co-opted by the loons.

D is for each Democrat who caves and often swoons. ..."

(Alpha-Political Verse 2009 continues here.)

Hystadelic Rejoinder

"...They could only dance with the beckoning animal that kept them stepping on."

Saturday, August 29, 2009


Up here,

the boredom leaks through his gear

and the dust stops

its constant evolutionary battle

against his skin.

The cooler air

pushes web and pouch and pack


Friday, August 28, 2009

Stained Glass Apartment

Heart made of plastic
in a case of stained glass
We’re two dogs in the hallway
pretending carpet is grass

We don’t play well together
We’re all tangled in chains
I scratch up the apartment
and you howl when it rains

We sleep side-by-side
in our four-poster bed
You hide your secrets in me
I keep mine in my head

Thursday, August 27, 2009


The heavens transfix the stargazer
as he contemplates his place in the universe.
Is this an encounter with the infinite,
an awakening to purpose and destiny,
or merely cosmic dust in his eyes,
rendering him still as stone and
lifeless as a statue,
a surrendering of his will to a lifeless void?

Imagine the Colors

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The Death Of A Dreamer

"Dreams die tomorrow,
dreams died today,
dreams died last week,"
The old man did say.
"But with each dead dream
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Saturday, August 22, 2009

Wallowing in Treasure

You face where light falls and look in

"Dee Loop" [the Mp3]

Friday, August 21, 2009

Looking Back, Walking Away

How well do you remember
walking in shallow water
and watching the ripples walk away
with the memories you’d made?

How could I forget
falling backwards through train tunnels?

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Birds and Bees

Swarmed by hot suitors / I spy my lily lover / queen of the corner

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Monday, August 17, 2009

The Doors

Andy Warhol handed me a golden telephone
and told me that with it, I could talk to God
But I knew that the music would keep playing anyway
even if he were not listening
so I kept making it
tasting it
all the while wondering
Where is the new wine
we expected all along?
Dying on the vine
they replied
while you were singing silly songs

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Green Little Tree

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Talk Power

Handy, multi-cultural spasms.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Thought Wash

Death hardens and plugs itself for a while.


I can't stop the ... *continue reading*

Monday, August 3, 2009

A Candle Burns While Mountains Fall

August 3, 2009 Tonight we gather in the light of our leaders as friends and neighbors and peaceful greeters Our candle’s flame will form a peak just like the mountains for which it speaks As it burns, ... *continue reading*

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I don't know why the spider has caught no flies-- How her web sparkles in the morning light! She glows like an angel in the center of her sticky halo... *continue reading*

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Sunday, August 2, 2009

Pre-Mortem Lover

My only chance at breath is to praise you;

My singing purges the waste that was ours.

Hotchkiss Son

For Martha, in memory of her father… I’ve only known your daughter and her I know not well but she speaks worlds about your life which I enjoy as well They say you flew for Uncle Sam and engineered ... *continue reading*