my buddy

December 22, 2008

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after playing in snow
he comes home
a confection

one week later…

November 29, 2008

I spin the can
of mixed nuts
peering into its 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.

small mansion
two warm voices
thanksgiving

dirt hut
two warm voices
thanksgiving

this is the fun we teach:

November 20, 2008

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see:
Slate.com article

QUESTION AUTHORITY??!! (1972)

November 15, 2008

what the HELL does that mean!!??

QUESTION AUTHORITY!!??

YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!

But Dad…

WHAT IF THE MEN ON D-DAY
QUESTIONED AUTHORITY!!??

OR THE SOLDIERS FIGHTING INDIANS
QUESTIONED AUTHORITY!!??

or the Conquistadors,
or the Crusaders,

or the Hitler Youth,
or the…

“SMACK” (the big open hand hit his young face with a single head turning blow).

GO TO YOUR ROOM – MISTER QUESTION AUTHORITY!!!
AND THROW THAT FUCKING BUTTON IN THE GARBAGE NOW!!!

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little vampire

October 31, 2008

he brings his face
into the toast
sucking the jelly.

Angel Friend – revised

October 9, 2008

I wish I had an angel friend
to watch over your tiny travels,
to walk with you and wander through
daisy stream and meadow.

I wish to have an angel friend
when it becomes your time
to go exploring on your own

to catch you if too high you climb
above this grownup world of pace

too fast to see a child’s face.

The Night Joe Left

October 2, 2008

Joe asks me
to stay,
to keep
the earthly vigil
into this night.

He speaks no words;
nor do his eyes
look upon me.
No one knows
except he
and I.

This father cannot
take leave of his family
while lying helpless –
unable to whisper
“don’t worry”
unable to say
goodbye.

exhausted,
the others begin
to go home.

It will be better
this way.
I the sentry
who falls asleep,
he the spirit who sheds
this breaking body.
this sweet life…

Joe continues to stare
at a ceiling he does not see
while his inner core
prepares for
departure.

Across the hall
irritated alarms split
the midnight silence
as some poor soul
gets up to
wander.

tell him
he can go – it is okay
to go.

Sitting in the visitor’s chair
at three
a.m.
I fall
victim
to
the
mathematical
drone
of
the
oxygen
machine…

Soon
after,
he presses my shoulder.

I awaken.

He is gone.

CNNxiety

September 10, 2008

anxious images
over and over again…
entertainment

anticipate

September 6, 2008

anticipate
conflict you get conflict
peace you get peace