last night barry i saw you walk past the glass walls of the diner and in through the door as i talked with my boss who excused himself as you and i recognized each other you still looked twenty-three after these thirty-seven years yellow shirt brown jacket cowboy hat and the hair still almost yellow and delicate where it was bound in a ponytail you nodded got a coffee sat at the table where the boss had sat you were still twenty-three clear skin clean eyes robust self-assurance i was sixty and imagined myself desiccated i couldn’t imagine what to say to you we used to talk for hours together you sprawled and set your legs parallel to the table played with your mustache and took another sip been years you said here i was at the edge of old age and what had i really accomplished since i was young? here you were still the age you were when we met all future all coolness all good humor knowing that the gods still held you as their darling what could i say to you? what could you say to me? i finished my coffee and said i was due elsewhere over due really and you nodded and put your hat on the table i said good to see you then walked out the door you were still at the table snow crunched under my feet from Yew Nork (2014)
Sunday, October 20, 2024
Exchange
Wednesday, October 2, 2024
Epaulet
i caught sight and was on my way the building looked familiar appearing on doors and guys zones of affluence and poverty say my old neighborhood never looked so prosperous restaurant at then too store across the valley looking small crowds in their twenties it’s no longer the house of fire i remember laundromat and a small motel asleep calling it lunch my consciousness is made up of storefronts i go to a different one every night the haze seems static that way i like to stay there i stay on the same block for the rest of my life buses go by about three blocks from here my passport crawls up my sleeve to my shoulderfrom Yew Nork (2014)
Wednesday, July 31, 2024
My Ripped Shirt
a herd of crabgrass an elephant snake sneeze a philosophy of parthenogenesis from the collected giggle in your pocket a collusion of laundromats that the sneeze not be narrow that its path be epic and tropical that the word laugh be named specifically as law and that your satchel be not named chicken soup no murinated mountebank minnesinger imaginary amphibian hitchhiker entanglements of the liberty of roadmaps open decanter of the dilemma of mixed certainties let me sneeze as cosmically as i want log fossil cremation blue star octopus telegraph jibber jabber conflagration of hot work bench sweat sunset lawn chair of mouse and rat torsos trepidation of false furs at the counter of dimestore truth hilarious explosion of tea kettles at the last word of the gettysburg address the crown princess’ ruffles at the furthest edge of her dynasty’s solar system these petroglyphs are written in english ants swimming in fossilized water you’ve been singing them since babyhood my ripped shirt is having an anxiety attack flags wave wildest when wildflowered apes are waving them into their armpits and declaring it everybody’s national holiday as fireworks invent themselves out of sawdust and castle towers spurt glory openmouthed excitement and lust are mere curves on your roadmap their voice beyond idiocy their truth beyond believingfrom Yew Nork (2014)
Thursday, July 18, 2024
Armweary Traveler
the statue of liberty is much less impressive if people wear hats in front of you those eyes that remember everything that happened from the point of some choice that you made when you were twenty-two you the platform the laundry blesses you as it hangs across the torch and there you stand wearing california around your neck like an amulet it’s strange having california hanging from my neck now and it’s so huge you can’t move speaking those accents emotional threads wide as a treadmill obscuring every other direction then you’re big you’re supposed to choose then disappear the statue of liberty is much more impressed if you see it before it sees you then she looks then you think you’re so small you’re invisible so you carry coney island around in your pants pocket for your last day here she’ll spend her life in thrall to that image as you wave your torch in celebration and sink knee-deep in concrete and the statue keeps staring staring and blessed are the subways their clattered tempo slowing to become your heartbeat she’s been my friend most of the time since i’ve been back whatever of that beauty goes into your walk is worthwhile you’ve made your choice now you can’t get out of the way so please come back with me to my hotel room night doesn’t set here it made that decision when it first got out of college the city’s lights redefine night any time of the day and any day still sits still just west across the waterfrom Yew Nork (2014)
Friday, May 24, 2024
Moos
le t’sst art le aw ake with th e cows in theb ranch es the irs ong the hope that though they sing none of them lands on your shoulder theh opet hough that the ysing the ru mor sin the moo sic the mosaic chat terof it so perating sy stem lou den ough tos sing the moon the quiet relieved ex halations of birds such moos to hear it so lightly its vert i calm e ado wsfrom Yew Nork (2014)
Thursday, March 28, 2024
Fast as a New York Sonnet
down this horizonless sidewalk of coffee the buildings are supported by the doors of coffeehouses the sidewalk runs as fast as caffeine will carry it each step each stride each dance step its very own some day some say the free music will end and you’ll have to pay the piper for all the shoe soles you’ve worn out on these walks but you’ll only have to teach the piper a new tune noah’s ark landed in washington square park it landed there over and over again at least every five or ten years it landed but lots of times it rains and washes the old footprints away people forget about that even with coffee that’s why this place is so wonderfulfrom Yew Nork (2014)
Monday, January 29, 2024
Notes for Auto Bio
i take my pasts each examine them each in a sepia of its own dust through which i can see only when i look away one was college natural but sometimes it stressed once my father called me a communist drug addict and generations of hands came down in the flick of a half second’s time and decades later i found myself asking exactly whose political mechanics i’d betrayed and how many of his own ancestors my father was betraying in another i slogged on through thirty years of full-time work on the gravity of nothingness my fingerprints are all over its surface but the box seems completely hollow all but the details grown over by layers of mechanical dust seen through the stone age of my imagination as on the mechanical back of someone else’s android hand and the lifetimes of memories of people i’ve loved of your lives entangled with mine so many of you freed now in the mechanics of what could be called fate but is only a weird form of temporal physics and my rage that time’s just another machine with my and everybody else’s living meat throbbing like pain momentarily held within itfrom Auto Bio (2010)
Tuesday, January 2, 2024
Listen
listen to me i’ll listen to you i’ll try to listen to everyone who isn’t me if you will too so know then that we are all different joints on different fingers of the same hand and that there’s another hand as well that we have never heard of so listen listen if you speak i will listen so that both hands can speak and listen and move as two hands togetherWritten in late 2023
Saturday, December 2, 2023
Invitation (for Judy)
so walk with me along this ocean’s edge the island springs and rocks along the beachfront the cold wind houses noises makes the long walk reminiscent of other seasons when flowers sprang with faces of bedeviled carnivores at war have you tasted the ice cream? smoky clouds still numb away the horizon quicksand and a sputtering ocean knick-knacks lined across the harbor to talk about dream is silly as steam evanescent in the warming weather someone has been bouncing bare toes on the beach someone has been making sea lion sounds at the hot dog stand someone has been celebrating weather by reinventing it a long leap for landmass and a lush dance of sand a trill a thrill a leap of words and bodies a reanimation of the whole soul hallelujah i love you sofrom Auto Bio (2010)
Monday, October 9, 2023
The Trip Back
a hurt youth face garments of open sky and laceration he was easier as an earthquake now he flew on outstretched arms of his own leather uncured and vulnerable history pacing itself in its own gold threads troubled unsaid the sign melodrama ape awakened and fake fits in the nursery alive as inside his ribs and take it as biography made uneasy tumbled when born but have always bartered steepness when chutes had already opened i call that beautiful because they wear their beginnings a child myself stop myself there the chide is father to the monkey wrench i was crying over a spillover of red ant stings people wrestle all night with their own angelsfrom Auto Bio (2010)
Sunday, August 27, 2023
The Sparrow at the Door (ChatGPT after Mary Oliver)
This poem isn't really mine. I generated it via by inputting the entire poem "The Mystery of the Dancing Windows" (which is also on this blog) into ChatGPT and asking for a poem in this format in the style of Mary Oliver. I didn't ask for rhyme or for the last stanza. I think that ChatGPT isn't as good at generating poetry as it is at generating fiction (see "The Eldritch Mariner" on my companion blog Things I've Done for Blood), so poets may be a little safer than prose writers from AI "writing". Although the prospect of hybrid written/generated work is possible. The Sparrow at the Door (ChatGPT after Mary Oliver) Beneath the tapestry of time's embrace, A sailor from a bygone age did stand, Knives like shadows, a creeping lace, Upon his leg, a touch from some strange hand. Windows joined the cosmic ballet, Dancing to the rhythms of the wind, A language only they could convey, In whispered tales that the stars pinned. An hourglass, an ancient voice, Sang an aria of grains so fine, Each note a choice, each moment a rejoice, In the symphony of hours' design. From plains, a sparrow's mystic flight, Badge and spurs, a tale to tell, A pizza's scent in the fading light, A messenger from some enigmatic dell. Detective's gaze on the cellphone's screen, Not for words or messages, but fleas to seek, Mysteries in tiny worlds unseen, In the digital realm, a puzzle to peak. "Ribbit, ribbit," the canary's call, Echoing through twilight's hush, A cryptic song that befalls, A chorus woven from nature's brush. The emperor, with robes so grand, Bows not to realm, but inner grace, A moment's gesture, a whisper in the land, A monarch's humble, silent space. Kumquat's revelation, humble and profound, Beneath its boughs, the earth does lie, Flat and still, beneath its sacred ground, A secret known only to the sky. Before the stadium of feathers, a scene unfolds, Detective's voice a compass true, In tales of knives and mysteries old, The case unraveled, the truth in view. In Mary Oliver's spirit, we explore, The sailor's journey, mysteries to embrace, Knives and windows, a symphony's lore, Nature's secrets revealed in gentle grace.
Saturday, August 26, 2023
The Mystery of the Dancing Windows (or Feed This into Your AI)
a medieval sailor finds that a parade of knives is creeping up his leg windows dance in response an hourglass sings an aria out of the plains just west of town a two-ton sparrow wearing a badge and silver spurs stops at the sailor’s door with a pizza a detective examines his latest cellphone for fleas ribbit ribbit calls the canary the emperor bows a kumquat discovers that the earth is flat especially under its tree the detective explains to a stadium full of feathers how the case was solved
Monday, July 31, 2023
Middle School
I i extend great days encourage youngsters to be required by state law all students will not run in the hall all students will salute the food in the cafeteria all students will enjoy their rodent lives in the film that every student will have a current you will take this task seriously all students will lock their happiness and joy whenever asked to by faculty and staff you will invite your mother and dad to one’s education held in the auditorium in december and the edge of a cliff may affect study materials you are here to learn II each student is furnished the bell in emergency each student will also be a phone number home rooms are assigned in the anticipation that are the lockers located in the students III never wear which will not conform to average adult employment never open an attitude of respect for a tin can of other students dissections continue until school is dismissed IV during the animal’s sleep modification will be fully gloved you are arousable the walls of the room dissolve to the hot wet inside of your ribcage you do not need to consult the principal or school counselor you can hear the gentle breathing beside you is also sleeping like you are the side of an animal you cannot identify its warmth radiates from you V make it a point to know your counselor and dental appointments a note from your guardian or parent or telephone the note should include your upset stomach VI zits are the flit gun wounds of adult hormones! grey is a mass of colors their admixture is worshipful! i hold your abrasions in my heart as useless i chamber within myself and volcanic explode in enthusiasm your cardface temple crumbles the hill on which it sat is one character in a lifetime of players all you taught me was wrong all i learned i hope was true i salute you as a rock i step over all the rest of us walking onwardsfrom Auto Bio (2010)
Saturday, June 17, 2023
Business Art Sonnet
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Monday, May 1, 2023
Monday Afternoon
i’m gonna get tattoos i’m gonna get little file cabinets tattooed all over my forehead with all of the file drawers closedfrom Auto Bio (2010)
Wednesday, April 5, 2023
Peter Pan
this life i cast before myself like a shadow invisible to you is my own private joke: sixty year old heart seventy year old lungs hid beneath skin that looks twenty-five someone mistook me for a student last week almost all my friends look older than me but they’re all healthier especially wendy who is twenty-five people tell us we’re a cute couple when’re we getting married i think of her almost as a daughter it’s appearance that you applaud mainly because no one wants to see inside where it’s dark and there are thousands of cupboards filled with ripped hearts and hypochondriac livers and memories congealed in greasy plastic bags all in the dark with nails driven deep in the doors and coated with blood that long ago dried dead around themfrom Auto Bio (2010)
Sunday, March 12, 2023
From a Dream
last night i dreamed i was stuck in a room full of sleeping old men and that it was the house where i grew up and that i knew most of them as my own mediocrities the moon shone through one long high window i marveled at its yellowness before clouds overcame it i stepped carefully between the men’s spread mattresses mattresses everywhere these old guys two or three to a mattress all asleep half of them snoring as i tip-toed in the dark until i got to the front door where the rhythms of their snores paced the motion of my hand as i reached for the doorknob in the weird yellow light there was just enough space to swing the door open and stand in the face of the cold alien air i saw the lawn the street the old sycamore that i remember from as early as i can remember how quiet out there deep three a m i stepped out closed the door and the cold air took me the snores seemed so warm i could smell their breath and taste their breath in my own mouth even away from them nothing moved even the squirrels were asleep blocks away i could hear a car runningfrom Auto Bio (2010)
Tuesday, February 7, 2023
Life Among the Bubbles
this year made a nice family out of the garage with pale green then cream fine newest winter i suppose in a way winter’s new lotsa pizzazz with an earnestness that would impress any fair-minded person have a glass of wine relax take an off-season vacation hear voices a physician in hell has no motility so you won’t get any surprises the sex the sex the sex the bubblist movement that decisively broke with renaissance aesthetics a twenty-two foot statue of a nude man with the head of a chicken he found a dark brown shard of pottery she wears dark sox taking off her athletic shoe it fascinates the archaeologist have been touched by a monk or a pilgrim she gesticulates about an intellectual matter you can almost put your finger anywhere here and discover antiquities she wears black her hands are more perfect than any renaissance sculpture we can’t stop construction red plastic shoes it required them to build a raised o please don’t go upstairs i don’t know you yet the sex the sex the sexfrom Auto Bio (2010)
Monday, January 2, 2023
Official Notice
we regret to inform you of the loss of your life you may have missed it it happened several hours ago when the river suddenly woke up and it became its own raft your life and rode the current into the blues of the sky while you were still fighting trying to dig your eternal notion of a graveyard to plot some way to institutionalize the clouds in front of you is it happy? we don’t know it’s still ascending not sending back any letters but maybe if you go to the souvenir rack and pick out a really pretty postcard it’ll come back to you glowing
Monday, December 12, 2022
A Working Class Kid Goes to College
the floor in the story asked us to just be quiet so we tip-toed around on the walls wings tucked under our jackets crowns having fallen imaginary loose to space past memory the law of gravity undeniable as soiled undergarments outside the building toy animals a goat a dog a donkey an ox a fox a lynx a set of sixteenth century peasants plot revolution but none of them looks in the mirror for very long the little black and white dog the kind you see in roman mosaics felt modern tinted sunglasses now and wagged his tail waiting for those bulls with wings those spirited ancestors to greet him at the door his paw nails are longer now he can walk walls their tales of castles and finery were still cute to him cute he knew all their palaces by name and reputation he didn’t know he’d never been inside one these gods he’d venerated for what seemed like thousands of years could teach him to savor the birds that he knew he could catch up with now but for the uneasiness in his belly still puffed up with dog food he was known he was sure later for his foul breathfrom Auto Bio (2010)
Friday, October 21, 2022
Expectant Buildings
last night in a swirl of dream i walked with field gnomes in the vacant lot where i grew up they smiled so comfortably in their small quick strides beside me suddenly two singers called to them from separate second floor balconies and the entire slum around us was gone so sing to me in the voice of the ocean that carries cities of fish in its tide sing to me in the voices of sea bottom sand that the water smoothes into cloth in its ebb sing to me in the voices of expectant towns that i hear near their infancy in the slow rolls of water sing to me in the foam of the tide that rolls in like the lifetime of butterflies so i found myself happy in the songs of the gnomes in the meadow where i grew up in the bright field of flowers with no nightfall in dreamfrom Auto Bio (2010)
Sunday, August 14, 2022
For My Parents
drawing their dreams in carts behind them like horses forever pulling bricks for their own stable making dragons of small rubber-armed windmills finding a field too green a road too rough for stopping they want to continue one generation after another here on the same road to the same place just over the same hillfrom Auto Bio (2010)
Tuesday, July 12, 2022
Finding Bones
some day a dog will get loose find the patch of land just far enough past the yard dig them up the bones the ones the police looked for for twenty years before they got back into their cruisers and headed for the home planet the force of narrative will goad the dog into carrying the bones home despite their glittery brightness their strange really strange taste in his mouth and he will guard them as his own despite the will of the pack leader in the house even when you’re small some things are your own a dog could think that a dog can think and they’ve found that the genes that make small dogs small don’t make them think they’re small the class system here is purely physical and you don’t have to think about it if no one else can steal your treasuresfrom Auto Bio (2010)
Saturday, June 11, 2022
The Second Breath
my brain is getting painted this dull universe your shy nondescript taking darts and your check your time say mommy can't we buy a we? rutabagas here go lift the day sweating a car outside idling badly as a scientist can only say wow when go crash down the hall she stopped for an instant conversation in the tar pit with invisible flesh words no longer they go and you dance you dance on tires all the dolphins peopled by career oranges object what wonders must be across the ceiling in my living room what wonders must be across love overcame them all a huge leap houses zoom in stop conversation houses zoom in a huge leap she turns says what wonders you have in your head at ground move your sky neutral you see together you dancefrom Oedipus' First Lover (2009)
Thursday, May 12, 2022
Good Earth
this is the excuse of pleasant folks: medusa's head bound by a silk stocking is kept incognito inside a desk open hands clap until they are housebroken and cyborgs with dog heads sniff around perimeters of fish ponds dreaming of the blood the blood in the sunset come and go singing of daily mop and glo o dead god buried in the wheatfields of south dakota what commercial trumpets your theme song? do you rise like a missile at night wet-dreaming of marge the plumber? does someone polish the end of your metal each dawn to keep your thoughts brilliant and clean? we are all multicellular now phone us we are still searching the plains looking for medusa's teeth planted inches deep in the soilfrom Oedipus' First Lover (2009)
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