Sunday, April 26, 2009

Chronic Pane

You can see the world itself
from the window of my sole --

      as long as you are me

      at this moment in time

      and don't change.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Oedipus Wrecks and other Ex

you all know
that very old story
of the little fish
that got a way
with words
at home
where the son
don’t shine
out of daddy’s
and mommy
lets the children
play house
in the dark
all day,
don’t you?

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Take Your Cabal and Go Home

In / Verse

I don’t know how you come here
thwarting the norm
next to the hive
avoiding the swarm.

Whatever your reasons
you thought were your own
you can take your cabal
now all the way home.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Regularly Scheduled Program Blues

Notch your regularly scheduled program
with recycled vice
in the word bender
wonder machine
where you spin
that everyday maché.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Any Other Way

I never knew any other way to be who I am
without your constant watchful eye
     clinging and clamoring for more
           of me than I could give
                to fill that special place
                that you must build
                     for those you devour.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Nothing to See Here Homily

Lamentation can give ear to deafening silence,
      and voice to the particularly gritty experience of pain,


           openness to stressed embodiment
           through shared human solidarity

                forge a way for you and me,
                     intertwining together.

Or not.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

K/Nowhere an Exile Returns for Not

Now deep in the abyss of uncertainty,

      I let go of the frenetic world that seduces

           from a healthy distance

      while dysappearing presence cripples

           the open embrace of embodied chaos.

There is no certain place to turn here,

      no objective lie that rises

           above the fray,

      no ebbing body ably hiding

           unforsaking absence.

Between here and now

      I feel the not that composes

          within ailing silence

           a new refrain of freedom:

                                    I am a critical body.

                                    Now here, I live on.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Thursday, April 9, 2009

If Nothing Changes Nothing

- It’s time to change the little nothings.
- No one pretends to be home but the lights are on.
- Someone gains with nothing ventured.
- Something is going on.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Postmodern Multiple Choice

A. Right or wrong
B. True or false
C. None of the above
D. All of the above
E. Both C and D

If Nothing Changes

- The status quo queues.
- I think it’s all about me.
- Hegemony Cricket whistles a happy tune.
- Memory fails to pine.
- The buck stops here.