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poet, technologist, cynic, father of five, child of chaos, punker, prankster, patriot, punster, leftist, latino, japanophile, audiophile, beer drinker, quiche eater, dog walker, soft talker, deep thinker, shallow sleeper, introvert, covert operative in a parallel universe.

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    extra special bitter
    hops are bitter. life is bitter. coincidence?

    Sunday, July 31, 2005

    looking at the world from the bottom of a well

    lighter than air, the clouds pass from white to amber to ghoulish gray. dank darkness follows, and it’s no longer a show.

    if you listen closely, each drop of water whistles past the ears with a unique pitch, culminating in the inevitable splash below. at first the sound is practically silent. hours later it is louder than my futile screams.

    just when I thought the shivering would never stop, I grow strangely still. the stars seem motionless as well, but when I focus on one in particular I can follow it out of view after only a few minutes.

    you were there too, light years beyond the dimmest star. you didn’t say a word.

     

    Saturday, July 30, 2005

    heightened security

    heightened security —
    fresh seagull droppings
    on my windshield

     

    Friday, July 29, 2005

    gratitude walks

    thank you for the gift
    of yourself
    unwrapped

     

    Wednesday, July 27, 2005

    bitter and opaque

    bitter and opaque —
    this cask-conditioned ale
    and me

     

    Tuesday, July 26, 2005

    another hot one

    another hot one —
    a flattened racoon carcass
    on a busy street

    another hot one —
    wilted wildflowers
    in an empty playground

     

    Monday, July 25, 2005

    monday morning

    monday morning —
    storm clouds reflected
    in the cop’s shades

     

    Saturday, July 23, 2005

    full moon

    full moon —
    the dog pulls especially hard
    on the leash

     

    Friday, July 22, 2005

    summer heat

    summer heat —
    the breath
    of a bomb-sniffing dog

     

    Thursday, July 21, 2005

    heat wave (continued)

    heat wave —
    pale green moss
    on the courthouse wall

    heat wave —
    a strong smell of urine
    under the bridge

    heat wave —
    wild mums
    wilting in a vase

     

    Wednesday, July 20, 2005

    heat wave

    heat wave —
    a cat sleeps
    under a parked car

    heat wave —
    every sound
    the air conditioner makes

    heat wave —
    the breeze
    from a passing freight train

    heat wave —
    the conductor
    punches my ticket
    twice

     

    Tuesday, July 19, 2005

    bury me with it

    I could buy myself a reason, but I already have plenty. What seemed like a good idea at the time is now something the dog won’t bury in the backyard. It tugs at me with a doomed persistence—not strong enough to move me but plenty to disrupt my balance.

     

    Thursday, July 14, 2005

    writer's block

    writer’s block —
    rearranging
    the poetry magnets

     

    advert

    it’s all about striking a pose:
    thirty frames per second to distill my life into an airbrushed fantasy.
    a larger-than-life billboard smiling at me and no one else.
    lie to me to lay your claim to my everlasting love.

     

    Tuesday, July 12, 2005

    angry candy

    it’s hardly a secret that you’re no good for me, but I can’t bring myself to spit you out. I’m compelled to strike that balance between toxicity and intoxication, between the tantalizing sweetness that first drew me near, and the lingering bitterness that consumes me.

     

    Monday, July 11, 2005

    summer breeze

    summer breeze —
    the sway
    of her hips

     

    Thursday, July 07, 2005

    overheard in my imagination

    A woman’s warm smile turns to embarassment and discomfort in the space of only a few seconds.

    “I thought you were someone else,” she explained.

    “I am someone else,” I replied.

     

    Wednesday, July 06, 2005

    summer showers

    summer showers —
    the early train
    passes by

     

    Tuesday, July 05, 2005

    Lucky's Lounge



    Lucky’s Lounge —
    nobody here
    responds to “Lucky”

     

    Monday, July 04, 2005

    Independence Day

    Independence Day —
    the dog trembles
    in the rockets’ red glare

    Independence Day —
    a moth flies
    into a spider web

    Independence Day —
    surrendering the lead
    in the bottom of the ninth

    Independence Day —
    unhooking
    her bra

     

    Sunday, July 03, 2005

    Government Center

    Government Center —
    a child’s balloon
    lost in the breeze

     

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