DON’T BORE ME

don’t be sterile
don’t be generic telling us it’s a new perspective
don’t hunt for the unknown and make believe your lifestyle

stock the shelves
and understand yourself in a carnival
look through each bottle and witness the circus mirrors

tell a joke
be introspective
make the subject most wondrous

but don’t be vulgar

a cigar for a cigarette
a cantaloupe for a pear
an axe for the bow and arrow

chop the hen
that multi purpose layer – directly over the log

but don’t tell me how the blood soaks into the corded years
into the snow – beyond the ground

step backwards as you work
continuously protecting your eyes and hands
that great monster hoping to keep you from a fulfilled Friday

– a mattress needle you must bob and weave
the lumber yard flat bed you must watch in mud
a manager who doesn’t care that you have a show or a reading
tonight…

don’t give me fake news
or alternative facts
but please give me the 6pm lead in
the harmony to go with my China-lead/dollar-store
plate and fork

give me the cold refrigerator with beer
my beer
where the monologue stares from a magnet
saying ‘don’t give the 40 hour work week as an excuse’

write
read
write
read

listen

be interested
don’t be interesting.

don’t bore me

don’t

be

sterile.


when nothing else matters

I MUST GET IN SHAPE FOR HER
I MUST GET IN SHAPE FOR HER

mantra push up 1
mantra chin up 2
mantra walk the dog

I MUST EAT BETTER FOR HER
I MUST EAT BETTER FOR HER

mantra in the mirror
mantra standing at toilet
mantra sitting on couch

I MUST DRESS BETTER FOR HER
I MUST DRESS BETTER FOR HER

mantra knowing she is noticed
mantra knowing he must mark territory
mantra knowing a lion must stay a lion

– i cannot wait for my man
– i cannot wait for my man

MANTRA WHILE DEPLOYED
MANTRA WHILE IN TRAINING
MANTRA WHILE BEING TASKED

– i can’t wait to see my kids
– i cant wait to see my kids

MANTRA WHILE ON THE PLANE
MANTRA WHILE ON THE BUS
MANTRA WHILE STANDING DOWN

-there she is
-there he is
-there they are

MANTRA IN A WHISPER
MANTRA IN A TEAR
MANTRA IN THE EMBRACE

…mantra silenced


ROMAN COWBOYS

I
have the butt cheeks
of a Roman Gladiator
seen
through the eyes
of circus mirrors.

Here I am
10 feet tall –
witness
my smile my
glare of intimidation
through the mouth
of a drive thru
clown.

Cotton Candy

Boys in raised trucks
cowboy boots
with puzzled looks
about work
and saddle cinches
beautiful
pearly button shirts.

Girls
in short pockets
adjusting their jock straps
before walking across the
track ahead of a
horse pull.

I
have bellied up to the
bar
ordered a basket of
fries
asked if Guinness is in a
can
or from the
tap.

My Roman ass
has fought better fights
and tonight
wishes to snuggle
this stool
search the television
for American
politics knowing –
truth is
what we see in ourselves
even

if it’s all
a
lie…..


Pear of the Egg

you ponder the pear
while i think about the egg

poached or sunny?
not boiled

your form cut from the fruit
elbow on knees looking at yourself

that mirrored pear
already looking back at itself knowing-it’s-missing itself

honey

you didn’t answer the first time
which way do you want your egg?

the perfect curve of a circle never ending
but it comes to a smooth point and speeds up

the egg
still in the shell

this passage of time we ponder
you – the pear woman

myself

the egg man
ready for breakfast

 

*Pear and the Egg: the idea for this piece came from studying the works of Zoltán Glass.

Zoltán Glasswas a Hungarian photographer.  In 1931 he moved to Berlin where he established himself as a photographer, working first as a picture editor of a Berlin evening paper and then, as a photojournalist at the Berliner Tagblatt. In 1936 he was dismissed from the newspaper due to his Jewish ancestry. Later in life Glass had a second career as a fashion and glamour photographer.


Somethin’ Stupid

am i beautiful enough for you
she says
she asks

but she says it
questioningly – demanding an answer.

i am stunned
pulled back

these years my love
i say…still stunned
together…..
where we meld together
a Marc Chagall blue flier over the night

and yet

you’re right

but not how you think.
your question
your demand for an answer –
it weighs on me as well.

no.

your query has never crossed my mind
questioning you
however….
i have questioned myself
wondering if

i’m beautiful enough for you.
am i?

I question
I demand.

 

  • Marc Chagall: was a Russian-French artist. An early modernist, he was associated with several major artistic styles and created works in virtually every artistic format, including painting, book illustrations, stained glass, stage sets, ceramic, tapestries and fine art prints.
  • Somethin’ Stupid: the most successful and best-known version of “Somethin’ Stupid” was issued in 1967 as a single by Nancy Sinatra and Frank Sinatra and subsequently appeared on Frank’s album The World We Knew.

Cornwall

There is the beauty of her wallpaper
the removal of her blue Schiele top
the tuft of sugar in a glimpse

Then the rain
the flat belly
her hands saving face
wet hair mopped behind ears.

Do not mention the removal
of so much fruit
instead tell her

‘I dont want to go
but i will return’

Quickly…

The hwy drive
morning sun drying on our back

*her blue Schiele top: Egon Schiele was an Austrian painter. A protégé of Gustav Klimt, Schiele was a major figurative painter of the early 20th century. The twisted body shapes and the expressive line that characterize Schiele’s paintings and drawings mark the artist as an early exponent of Expressionism.


OF ALL THE DAYS OF ICE

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of all the days of ice
where winter surprises no one
Canadians dance in the pole light streets
curse their shovels and give the evil eye to
neighbours with snowblowers who
curse the neighbours with 4-wheelers pushing snowblades.

of all the days of ice
where you finish the job
and the snow plow comes by once more to your drive way
the sidewalk plow comes by to your driveway
the city comes by and threatens to bill you if you don’t go out
one more time….

of all the days of ice
where you curse your luck for owning a
corner lot
needing to shovel all the way around to the 3rd
property pin.

of all the days of ice
where you remember being a child
running the hills with a flying orange saucer
with skates in hand
breaking branches in the forest and make believing war
with your comrades…

of all the days of ice
where you dream of fruit beverages floating in alcohol
enjoying a sunburn on a January beach
and laughing hysterically
thinking of your neigbours

that bastards with the snowblower
the jerk with the 4 – wheeling snowblade
and the gawd damnedest city where your taxes don’t
cover all the days of ice

those 90 or 180 days of
all that ice and snow….

 

 


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