Thursday, January 8, 2009

requiem for a 50 foot woman

a moment of silence please...

"Although the city is still in smoking ruins and the sirens have yet to wind down i think i can speak for everyone here in stating that we will miss her. Yes, she shredded the monorail, yes the orphanages and hospitals are but rubble and the war memorial will never be seen in quite the same way. But her brief rampage into the heart of our city will be felt for generations to come. Years from now the story will be told and those who are here to today will turn to each other and say, "Yes, I remember. I remember when she stomped on the Tastee-Freeze. I remember when she flooded the zoo. I remember the dark and stormy night when she batted aside the power plant with a flick of one hand."
"As devastating, and yes, exhilerating as her presence was in our fair city her impact is only matched by her absence. For a brief moment of time we were all at the epicenter of one very tall woman's rage. I don't believe that i am alone in saying it was the best night of my life. Yes, i was nearly crushed under the library but i would not exchange that moment for all the years in a suburban paradise."
"Wherever she might be now, whatever town or hamlet she may be burning to the ground, our thoughts go out to her. God bless you, 50 foot woman, wherever you are."

amen.

by a moonlit poole

forgive the transgression, if this is.


by a moonlit poole
a gathering of beautiful
fractured friends
conspirators
lost loves
and grown up
despite ourselves
in this faerie ring
presided over
by a cock-eyed Puck
kisses come naturally here
palatable joy resides here
we are blessed again
by a casual mad god

(i remember you at dusk
leather bedecked
wild white hair
sharp steel spinning
in deadly circles
from side to side
i remember your counsel
at the coffeeshop
about a baby
that may have been
i remember
your vampire days)

i remember your eyes in the ring of faerie
sharp swords slanted
full of mischief incredible
a gaze that inspires
reckless campaigns

forgive the transgression
if this is
for i am a mortal man
planted in red clay
full of folly
and discordant dreams
forgive me if i wax poetic
for it is
rare
to spend the evening
by a moonlit poole
to be in the gaze
of a goddess unaware

b. 6/29/08

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

the ventures roar through me as i’m...

...thinking about you devils tonight - you poorly disguised satyrs & nymphs dancing in my memory to dirty guitars cutting through heartbeats. in this season of the birth of the last blood sacrifice to a hungering god and shabby ritual. how i love you all. how i miss you all and how i want to dance again with you in the light of a painted moon.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Schrödinger's Cat

Schrödinger's cat
Schrödinger's cat
How does he nibble his kibble in a box like that??


If we sneak a peek
things would be bleak
for poor Schrödinger's cat.

Does he meow or yowl
or chase his furry tail?
Does he have a litter box
in the box of Schrödinger's tale?

Does he nap? Does he purr?
Into a warm ball does he curl?
Does the sun rise
glittering in diamond eyes
of the captive cat?

The ASPCA should lock mean ol' Schrödinger away
for treatment cruel and inhumane.
But lucky for Schrödinger
and this is the stinger
the cat only lives in our brain.

So open your boxes
set your cats free
for a life in a box
is no way to be

devil across the sun

( s h u f f l e )

the reason rubes are so easy to hook is because they hope

they meet you more than halfway - they practically beg you to take them

( s h u f f l e )

if i didn't have such a refined sense of morals i would walk out of here

with half the world and the blessings of the sheep i slaughtered

( s h u f f l e )

but i see their eyes as i lay my cards down

and i remember as major and minor arcana twirl

( s h u f f l e )

the devil across my sun - blocking the world

bracketed on all sides by swords

( s h u f f l e )

i'm as big of a rube as they

more so

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

venus barely there

a pin prick in this oklahoma night
far away above
the black on blue on black
clouds congregating like crows
dark as my mind
a tiny bright respite
despite it all
venus barely there
but there
it is