Tuesday, March 9, 2010

a baby

raised in a mason jar
beer battered butterfly breasts
mayonnaise melon chests
succor
succor
dying men don't know
a drop of water

eyes are spongy
blue and crusty

take a photo
learn to forget motives

veils and veils
tender
as shell-less snails

crickets play violins
mites and meese
ask each other to dance

dragons and dreams
blow fire
and burst seams

the choir is a flight
bouncing from moon to moon

a chip of chocolate
melts on the concrete

a secret treat
for a dog on the street

playing chess instead of poker
mind over matter
money over mind
mind over money

pearls and broken
one by one
and silver dust
is spun

the glass is perched
oh the tip of the table
waiting for a signal
the perfect moment
to abandon
shape
abandon
ship

going down
must come up

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

4:38pm

Are you a pundit
for the cause
clamoring and laboring
amid the applause

it is a cruel world
it is a scandal
and you are an expert

incisive
the dissection
of a great man
turned undiscriminating

Penetrating the way sharp thin blades will

clear and without expression or exclamation

a keen eye
a fostered farm

wit and vein

is it the heart
or the brain
doctor?