Private Viewing

Sex is to synchronized swimming
as porn flicks are to drowning.
The spasms of bodily functions
hiccuping towards a final scene.
Perhaps it would last if this had
a bigger budget, better lighting,
and I was not so sober, and you
still not so very hammered.

But even so the need for love
that bards and liars alone make true
comes out of me and into you
(and vice and versa and all is well).
We come to together and enfold
The unpossibilities of yearning dreams.
Our mouths meet, twin souls sucking
each other for our griefs, so sweet!

Our eyes meet and in desperation
we see more than a fellow zombie.
Our voices meet and we give meaning
to chance meetings and one night stands.
You say you will not remember me,
but I promise to upload it to the 'net
as a kind of collective immortality -
in the afterglow you never think to say no.

The War

We have fought in the war for generations
Upon generations, years piled on years,
And there is no end in sight, no end.

Every day we waken to new weapons deployed.
To new terrors awaiting us; subliminal messages
In out text mail, our e-mail, our TV shows.

They do not know when to stop, and the war was lost
Long ago, when it barely began, because people were fools,
Yea, and made it profitable for the spammers.

We want to fight back, now, but they are everywhere
They have subsumed everything, destroyed everyone,
Turned us into click monkeys and ad readers.

We are no longer people, now, even to the legit sites.
We are sources of revenue, to follow a trail of bytes to the ads.
I fear for what will come next. I fear for us all.

I asked God to help us, in a prayer, and got back a reply:
"Become a Jew now! 6 easy payments of 299.99 to be Chosen!"
I laughed, and I cried, and I - I - I - I signed up. I am sorry.

Shoes. Falling. And Bare feet.

I tried to tell you that there are better uses of life
Then waiting, like that, for the other shoe to drop.
There is living each day as one eternity, the moment
Stretching on, the day never fading even if we think
It will never come again.
                                                     And you asked me if anything
Ever did, and yet again when I hesitated, lost for words.
I found them to say that the moment is everything and nothing:
We hold only the moment, I said, and your face scrunched up and cried.
You cried worse when I asked what the matter was.

A Poem

And the things we forget are
The only ones that are real.

And all the things forsaken
Were never ours to hold.

And every time I see you
I remember how to feel

And with every wish that dies
The world's a bit more cold.


There are dreams worth living for
And I think you know that's true.

There's the laughter of the children
And the growth that comes from pain.

There's everything and nothing,
And there's always more to do

There is you and me and what we be
And the smell after the rain.

Faking Deaths.....

Woman fakes own death over tickets. (via Neil Gaima's blog)

The interesting part, to me, is how easy it is.

I want to fake someone else's death now. And maybe not let them know. Or send a card in the mail to their widow.

Story

Grandpa told me a secret,
when I was younger and he found me
huddled under bed sheets, frozen
as he opened the door.

I must have looked so afraid.

He did not laugh at me,
only smiled, and said gently:
"Every time you masturbate, an angel
gets something a LOT better
than some silly wings."

A Poem of Revelation

The moment is a standing
Wind fading, dropping of voices;
There are words without sounds
Huddled in emptiness, soft putter
Of pattering and some           things.
Falling into boundaries we    I
Tasting of despair sour-sweet
In frozen muscles thrumming.
Language a personal ad of fnords,
Arms fall useless - gesticulating,
Undulating, tentacles unable to convey;
Meaning a peeling back of fancies -
And then I sit. Again. For the
First time, and movement is
Not moving at all.

Why I don't Return Your Calls Now

In the fading of the afternoon
Towards the shores of night
I wondered why you didn't call
And how to make things right.

Your answering machine said
You probably weren't dead,
So I tried to say I loved you
When really I just needed you.

In the twilight of the gloaming
I crept up to your window
And what I saw I will not say
But God I wish it wasn't so.

Catku, Revisited

3.
Nothing frightened me
Until I heard
My babies screaming.

2.
And you wonder why
I do not play
In cardboard bags?

1.
He drowned them
And came in
And you never asked
If they went
To good homes, and I
Waited, but he
Never washes his hands.

0.
I never fear death
By drowning, only by
Not hearing them
When they call my name
From so far away
Over the waves
And under
emptiness.

POEM ROUNDUP FOR FEBRUARY

Number of Poems written: 41
Average number per day: 1.46
Days I didn't write a poem: Jan. 8,11,14,18,19,22,
Revised average: 1.86
Longest poem: 55 lines (Drinkin’ With The Mates, Feb 17)
Shortest poem: 6 lines (Fragment, Feb 16)
Total wordcount: 4,160