April 6, 2021
I/On
You ordered lunch for us
from the diner across the street;
I gave you my card to pay for it.
We sat in your car, eating:
you, two hotdogs with French fries;
me, three chicken tenders w/ French fries.
American Fish & Chips… I thought,
dunking the steaming-hot food into
a tiny tub of gelatinous cheese dip.
April 2, 2021
Scenes from a Tarantino-movie never made
Scene #1
A yellow-beaked cuckoo lays an egg in the nest of a black-beaked cuckoo. Rain clouds hatch from it. One hundred years in the future a still-life artist becomes famous due to his oil paintings depicting the smell of umbrellas never touched by rain.
Scene #2
A thunder gives birth to an armful of roses. A poet examines the placenta and finds fragments of stardust.
March 27, 2021
adrift with keen remembrance and so far from the rest,
groaning in lovely unrest
nerveless for the abscission
March 20, 2021
1.
Here I am, my mother gone, my father gone,
no one left to regard my faults with a kind eye.
They are free from time whereas I am its slave,
its concubine of demandable lusts.
Look at me all Shakespeare,
I’m Hamlet with no father to revenge,
just a foolish knave caught in the mire of indecision,
knowing not what is true and what is false.