CurrentsThere are currents in the air Just like in the ocean They're carrying our breath, Warm, up into the atmosphere Greenhouse gasses you know And the turtles follow the Gulf stream home. Currently I am sitting at this desk Out the window birdwatching, They sure like those pinecones. Smoke drifting up out of the ashtray I don't bother putting them out anymore She doesn't mind anyhow. Asleep most of the time; anyhow-- Those turtles, thousands of miles They find their way home "Featureless" they call it Not even featureless like New York Really featCurrents
Untitled 4We are but juicy peaches Incubating shadows In the wind. Eggs like petals. The petals resting On a great lake And beneath it, The pulse of an artery Between dog fangs. The children in the yard Are veins of poison oak Up the side of the willow. Curtains hang about their faces; Their mittens rubber, wet With operation table blood. And the Eucalyptus Flowering Q-tips for their ears While I sit atop my house Looking down at all this And everything, it would seem, Is covered in pillows And soaked in Diet Pepsi. CouldUntitled 4
Lake MatoakaThey think just because they name it an Indian name They can keep it. They'll feel better about it all. Owa owa owa owa owa. I'm wearing your cowboy hat And you my boots. The vultures circling overhead Litter our little floaty dock with feathers. Anyway the boathouse is closed So we sit on the dock floating on a bench Talking and the lake is full of weeds. Hypereutrophication it's called. There, You learned something today. You can call me And thank me later. Now we'll just sit and atrophy, Slowly. The large-mouth bass (they're the biggest) Are jumping looking for bugs ILake Matoaka
The FallI love this time of year, Autumn. Everything is dying, The leaves falling wilted from their branches Onto the hoods of cars only to be wiped off w/ RAIN-X, The shadows lying across the interstate like roadkill Swelling in the ditch full of April showers, Swelling like my liver.The Fall
This time of year you can't feel mortal, Everything lying dead at your feet. You're like Xerxes or Caesar. Or Alexander the Great I guess. Or my cat on the porch with birdfeathers in his mouth. 85mph and I'm sure I'll never die. Pretty sure at least.
Jump! Spring '08
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