Monday, April 19, 2010


Nightlight at noon
where I'm quartered and drawn
to eye lashes of light minute
in their welting



What will Manhattan do
with only the moon to glow over it?



I tried to explain how hurt I was
How dislocated, the pain of popping myself back in...
And in the end, could say nothing.
I was out cold. Now, here I am. I'm here.


I imagined us dancing at the War Dead ball
your widow's weeds and all; the crowd aghast
and me laughing


Ghost of a Suicide

Rust of a razor blade
Slip of a knot, or your tongue
A ham sandwich gag (oh, your throaty laugh)

They fished you out of an ocean once
rusted trident in your side
plastic rings embedded in your bloated wrists

The girl's stolen kiss was of salt, she said.
What things have slithered past you as you slept.

Friday, April 09, 2010

Garden F(r)iends

Report from the Land o' San Antonio:

Truth in advertising in my mother's garden that flies the "Garden Friends" banner?? :) Thus far, in the past 8 days, no sightings of: ladybugs, butterflies, dragonflies, or hearts. (Bumblebees and birds: yes.)

Now, on the other hand... On only the second night of my staying here, I, out on the back patio overlooking said "garden" at 1 a.m. smoking a cig, caught a big ol' RAT about to scamper down the rubber tree that stretched as high as the roof. (He was about to plop onto the patio, but he saw me and ran the heck back up to the roof.) The night before, I'd seen a tremendous cockroach scurrying around out there. And a couple of geckos. During the day, there are plenty of ants and doodlebugs.

Where are the banners celebrating the TRUE inhabitants of gardens?? :) If I were a seamstress and artist, it would be funny to slip a surreptitious "Garden FIENDS" banner over the "Friends" one... with "avatars" for rats, cockroaches, geckos, doodlebugs, and ants instead of the stereotypically cheery homespun thingies! :)