Friday, February 26, 2010


Some folks across the street decided
at 1:30 AM to scream bloody murder.

Since then I have contemplated
the nature (qualified)
and the extent (limited)
of my love for my fellow man.

It is fuck-all snowing outside.
Here are some pictures. But
I guess if you are reading this,
you have already seen it.

I happily look forward to tonight
when I will see you again.
If I should fall asleep, please
prop me up with a broom handle,
a glass of tequila in my hand.

Thursday, February 25, 2010


hour by hour
the cold dawn rises

the sky gray and white
as the inside of a wedding tent

the wind passes over the sill --
a face in the crowd mistaken for familiar

and we lack nothing
but good health and inspiration

myopic as well-fed pets
pale as a lady's arm outstretched in supplication