I got in trouble for the first time when I lied about getting on the Dean’s List. The job, that job, the one I had, almost had at that time and indeed would have in a very short time and for a very short time, seemed so important at the time. And so, during the interview I let something slip out, just a sideways mention of it as an off-off-handed comment, just a non-important tossing of a salad. Eyebrows raised. I blushed like a school secretary with too much cleavage. None of this made the difference as to whether or not I got hired. Continue reading “deny dean eye”
The music, don’t worry, carries away in a shopping basket,
Frozen peas for a pillow, cool and soft, warm and sweet.
Words and sounds decay through the air we breathe a dozen
Breaths per minute, inhale, exhale, difficult as the task it
Has become, to the point of exhaustion as we merely complete
A sentence, something we’ve done so thoughtlessly–those inch-
Long phrases never measuring up or down or any direction we
Let our subjects wander. Most years we never saw coming until
Here upon us, life’s bellows, or billows, squeezed Smitty’s
Little accordion. One note only hissing at wood, a ship, a tree.
The wind fills our solidly trimmed sails, fade in the sun, still,
Placid as a mirror you can hold like that pillow. Split peas
Softening with age, so much younger than friends we forget
As they have forgotten us, little frozen spheres the flash
Of which is well thawed on the way home, green as the day
Pods ripped and spilled them, anonymous mass in conveyors of wet
Produce, boiled without tattoos, without arms, hoarded in a cache
Below instant zero, static until now, until the steam bouquet
Blooms against the ceiling. And this, baptism by water, total
Immersion, you know, is the best way to learn a new language,
Heated so that surface swirls curl back in waves without foam.
No games here. All these little balls. No games. A gravy mote
Around the starchy white castle, guards awaiting the changes,
Press their forks into the road as lovers lying awake at home.
What is worse than beginning a poem with single question?
Would you agree that two questions at the beginning of a
Poem are worse than one? How could such questions improve
This rhetoric when readers simply won’t agree the best one
Is their last and, most likely, only distraction. Designer Java
Tides erode smiles, warming tongues that gracefully move
From subject to object, rich bitter concentrated dark language,
The kind that burns as it comes and goes, in and out your throat.
That acid, some sort of tannin, citrus hinted, a day off vinegar
If somebody doesn’t check the temperature before the damage
Sets in. The edge of stone tumbles through your nostrils, you note
The involuntary exhale as part of the story, the marvelous command
This half-ounce wields over you during, fulfilling, the moment
For which it was created, when taster and tasted merge. Active
Consumes passive. Passive overwhelms active in the pleasure,
No, not the pleasure, the complexity, the gathering of ancient
History into a brief present, the memory rehearsed as you relive
The subtleties of generations gathered along the yellowed denture,
Pooling at the gate of duct and vein, the wet blue underside of glisten
And gland. You want to spit. But you refrain. That’s part of the ride.
It wants you to do what it wants you to do, not what you want to do.
The is more complicated than you had ever imagined. Clenched fist in
Your face, the back of your hand funnels your breath along side
Lips and into lungs, one of each, in the same symmetry of
A squeaking door opening and closing, its trio of hinges
singing to and fro, each its own beginning, middle and end.
One of my favorite tweeters tweeted this most zen-like principle:
It’s easier for you to act on your desires today if you don’t … More for Virgo
This is ambiguity on a poetic level, more beautiful as the accident that is its serendipity.
Yeah, sure, the elipsis leads to the completion of the sentence via the url that begs all Virgos follow it. But it doesn’t have to. The sentence is nice and sturdy as is. Just take away the dot dot dot and put a single dot at the end instead.
Continue reading “easier if you don’t”