Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

sometimes the salami will not go away
I can dream refrigerator doors
closing just the right amount of times
but once too many, and a few slices of
something that had been intangible appears,
but only momentarily until you finally trash it
years later

Gaza


Gaza,that stain on my coffee table
what do I know of your bleeding children,
my fries too cold coffee not hot enough response-
mixing, churning in cauldrons of east west pigment.
Differences that hand me a better blindness of
cruise missile, tomahawk, drone words dying into
a tumbler ...

I'm glad you got something from those lines Saw
This poem found me on a morning walk with dog.

B

the heart sways the branches
but I am more shadow than you
the rub is silk in silence
between the moments of morning
so that thin birds slip through

this is the limit of the light
mushroom and clover things
shaping their form in dry leaves
with every nothing of the world
into spring

if you have never shit on anyone's couch
you're not an angry moving man
the two-dollar tip running from your nose
the heavy refrigerator you couldn't lift
in the crook of your back
the cast iron sarcastic with chipped porcelain
the paydays missing you on those windy days
the clouds runaway laughter ...

into the thaw of a dying winter
I have come to find you
beneath discarded shoes of bridges
where red rust is the graffiti of the sky
written in the blood of the rain

you are born there looking up
unspoken black in the hollow of the pipes
the channeled water of the hearts infrastructure
where bones ...