Category Archives: poems

Vallejo and his pants

 

Vallejo meditated on ways to make his pants last

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In the end you kneel
before physics

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when it gets too cold in Michigan
stray kittens lose their paws to frostbite
(what do they do after that?)

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Armenians shed family
on the long march
like your lover doing a striptease
all the way to the bedroom
(what is obscene?)

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Throw darts at life at history
it’s hard to miss an atrocity

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In winter
trees lose all inhibition
their arms reach up
in shamanistic contortions
sweeping the air weeping the air
beseeching to the right and the left
up and down
all is bare
why
oh why
why
cross
and silent reproach


Roadrunner

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I saw you first swallowing a bird
out the study window with your beak pointing skyward
throat taut
My mouth opened likewise in dismay

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Another time you had what looked like a ruddy berry
in your beak
Later it occurred to me that it was a tiny shrunken tomato
probably rotten from thawing and freezing on the vine
all winter long

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Ah – you have it tough I thought
my earlier disgust all forgotten


Twenties

 

It was an age when the beauty of the world drove you mad
liquified in your veins
and fed the sadness of your future death

Only self-immolation could cool your heat


Moonchild

 

he had a dirty-blond goatee
the hem of his pants were frayed
and the threads dragged

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he said he was a football player
in high school
then giggled

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in the dark of his small room
we sat on the floor
drinking plum tea

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listening to King Crimson
waiting for the sun on the mountain
out in the hall people laughed