Category: Poems

Poem: Thumbs

Thumbs are what distinguish us from the less important creatures below us on the chain of food. Thumbs are why we eat them and not the other way around. Maybe this explains our fascination, our absence of humiliation our willingness to stare and unwillingness to care for life outside our glowing screens. Some in the...

Poem: The Most Marvelous Thought

The most marvelous thought occurred to me, an occurrence in and through the hollow reed we choose to be.   How preposterously inconsequential you are! Irreducibly irrelevant speck of cosmic flotsam.   Now! (Like the B&B lady in Sheepland). Somehow you feel better. Knowing this. Having this thought occur.

Poem: The Fine Line

Between a reason and excuse A fine line, a filament, a dilettante rope Unfurls and hides. We might not see yet can’t refuse The shades of meaning found in joy and hope. Choose words carefully – That’s the lesson, the lemon, the luminosity. Should you be charged with loquacious verbosity, Sentenced to the slammer, Annealed...

Poem: The Silliest Most Comforting Thought

How terribly awfully blatantly and, one might emphasize, preposterously naïve to envision even for a frivolous moment a world, or a set of circumstances, alternating laws and chances, in which wherein and also everything else you can dream, human beings, people decide to make love the reason for living.   Slilly thought yes. Even sillier,...

Poem: The Abiding Benefit of Employing Servants

Employing a staff, you see, Betters all mankind, not just me. Look, the man who drives my car Was born unlucky, not a star Like me and Angie, Anne and Mike, All us worthy of your thumbs-up “like.”   Meet the girl who cleans my home: Born unlovely, brownish gnome With moles unsightly, hair unkempt, She’s never...

Poem: Slow Down

Every day Seems to be Quicker than me Faster than I prefer to go   Every day Melts away Chocolate ice cream cone Under Hawaiian sun   Gotta slow down Slow down Gotta be here right now Gotta be in the moment now and then   You will find delight my friend You will not...

Poem: Too Many Books

Too many books Not enough readers Too many poems Not enough heeders   You say you want answers You say want leaders You pray for salvation At the Church of St. Peter   Ask for forgiveness Ask and repent Ask for an ending To ongoing Lent   Something like calm Something like grace Something to...

Poem: Absolution

Forgive me Wash it all away The sins and unpleasantries that have soiled my otherwise pristine existence. Rid them. Scour and scald if you must. Scrub. Make magnificently clean the miasma of my missteps. Heal. Mend. But mostly clean. Absolve. Purify – and not in the mendacious greed-modeled sense of “purified,” as in Water from...

Poem: Full Circle

According to the label, this plastic jug of water Came to Los Angeles from New Zealand, where An artesian spring spews forth artisanal beverages for Sophisticated folk in search of hydration Not hubris. The water got here on a plane or a boat that Burned a different kind of petroleum product than What was used...

Poem: Ordered Correctly

Someone famous kissed another girl. Someone fabulous tripped on a red carpet. Someone infamous professes shame about her fellatiatic indiscretions. And someone fantastically sexy is prepared to make “revealing” confessions (on a TV show). Which is why almost no one will read this poem. A poem about what doesn’t matter. Like a country far away...