SEE DICK RUN

        “Where are the eagles and the trumpets?”
~T,S. Eliot, “A Cooking Egg”

Look:

there are the eagles,
and there are the trumpets;

and there, the cracked egg
fallen from the wall
around the tree
in the center of the garden

where four went in
and three came out

and pomegranates bloom
and old men break their teeth
on eagles and trumpets,

and little boys laugh
from inside the bush

(a burning bush)

and the dish
          makes love
                  to the spoon.

~March 29, 2016

FIVE POEMS IN MEMORY OF MAX (2004-2016)

1. ALCHEMICAL POSTCARD

~for Maxie (2004-2016)

the king
swallows the prince

whist the queen
shrieks in delight

and the jester
laughs to see such sport

and the sun
rapes and tickles the moon.

~March 17, 2016

2. RADIO DAYS

“Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?”

A black rock,
a wet napkin,
and an empty water glass
sit on the nightstand
next to my bed.

I have no idea what these mean,
or why they’re there,
or even why I tell you about them,

But the shadow in the corner knows.

~March 18, 2016

3. silence

threads
her needle

in her corner
of my room.

a dead bird sings
outside my window.

~March 20, 2016

4. Scribbledehobble

into the dark,
into the darkness,

the dark,

the vacant space,
the empty space,

the cracked cup
the cracked saucer,

even numbers
odd numbers,

falling to the floor,
dancing on the floor,

into the darkness,
into the dark, the vacant,

the empty.

~March 20-21, 2016

5. THE SHORTEST DISTANCE

~ Another poem in memory of Max.

Day’s end and
day’s beginning

begin and end

with a thought,
a copper penny,
dropping from the mouth
of a sleeping god

into the hand
of an unwashed stranger
hiding behind

a shorter distance
without an end
or a beginning

or conviction..

~March 22, 2015

THE SHORTEST DISTANCE

     ~ Another poem in memory of Max

Day’s end and
day’s beginning

begin and end

with a thought,
a copper penny,
dropping from the mouth
of a sleeping god

into the hand
of an unwashed stranger
hiding behind

a shorter distance
without an end
or a beginning

or conviction.

~March 22, 2015

 
 

Scribbledehobble

into the dark,
into the darkness,

the dark,

the vacant space,
the empty space,

the cracked cup
the cracked saucer,

even numbers
odd numbers,

falling to the floor,
dancing on the floor,

into the darkness,
into the dark, the vacant,

the empty.

~March 20-21, 2016

RADIO DAYS

“Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?”

A black rock,
a wet napkin,
and an empty water glass
sit on the nightstand
next to my bed.

I have no idea what these mean,
or why they’re there,
or even why I tell you about them,

But the shadow in the corner knows.

~March 18, 2016

LAST SHAMPOO

But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.”  (Matt. 10:30)

Lath and plaster
peeling from the walls
like flakes of dandruff
from Jehovah’s shoulders.

And Archy & Mehitabel
dancing on the table

(a flamenco on the table)

covered with the lath and plaster
falling from the walls of Jericho.

                     “Fall!” shouts Joshuah,

and they fall
like flakes of dandruff
from the shoulders of Jehovah,

into Deborah’s Palm –
into a little puddle from a bottle

of Selsun Blue.

.
~March 12, 2016

PRUFROCK’S COMPLAINT

“Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table.” ~ T.S. Eliot, Prufrock (Lines 1-3)
 
The bees are drowning in honey;
the flies are drunk with vinegar;
the ravens are molting.
 
What more must I say
to make you believe
I’m a fool?
 
What more must I do
to convince you
I’m not of this beach,
 
but have other promises to keep,
other promises to break,
other sands to walk on,
barefoot.
 
                    Pilgrim, do you hear me?
 
(Do you hear me?)
 
When will you hear me?
When will you see me
walking noiselessly
 
behind you?.