One week later…
November 29, 2006
Clockwise
I turn the can
of Planters Mixed Nuts
peering into a greasy
kaleidoscope –
not a cashew
to be found
only Jordans,
Filberts, and Peas
tumbling
in my disdain.
They are all
that remain
of the feast.
the long journey
November 28, 2006
the sky rests
upon the earth
in a pond
spirit becoming
November 27, 2006
the gases
the stone
the life forms
the consciousness
we must build
on what has become,
not destroy it
he didn’t ask to be born
November 26, 2006
that little boy
born to a dirtbag
who was born to a dirtbag
who was once a little boy
who did not ask to be born…
Weapon of Mass Decapitation
November 25, 2006
When I pay taxes
I feel like a guillotine
maintenance worker
december
November 21, 2006
it is unexpectedly cold
as we jump naked
under the covers.
shivering toward each other
we giggle,
knowing we will soon
be cozy.
mice dreams
November 20, 2006
the mouse curls up
in her hidden nest
of paper and twine.
she dreams of your breath
while you lay traps near
her perfect droppings.
you lie in your bed
of cloth and stolen feathers
to dream of sudden death.
my children’s hands
November 12, 2006
my children’s hands
will pass me along through time
as I did to them
it feels like America again
November 8, 2006
longevity
November 7, 2006
it does not matter
how long I live
as long as I generate peace
qazse 