stress season

by | Aug 2, 1997 | Poetry, Uncategorized

I have grown old and crabbed early in this winter air muscles filled with the crack­ling of disdain throat grown pained with clenched reprimands i am too soon snarled in a twine of negativity i do not startle when others cannot penetrate to the spring...

“I’m not even touching the bait”

by | May 27, 1997 | Poetry, Uncategorized

I’m three kinds of awkward: the tack in the carpet the crumb in your throat the foot in my mouth I’m dead silent down­cast eyes I’m a steam train in a daisy meadow my words are lepers shunned I’m infection I’ve got so many jagged edges no hole will...

Work poem

by | May 16, 1997 | Poetry, Uncategorized

She asks me to write about work, as if there can be any hues worth com­ment in this dusty place. The clam­our and the end­less cry of tor­tured equip­ment, squeal­ing beeps and elec­tronic collisions. I parry with flutes and viola...

Greedy

by | Mar 16, 1997 | Poetry, Uncategorized

if i am writ­ing to you again (and it seems odd, i admit) i turn to you to lament if i am writ­ing to you now, i con­fess, it is merely pro­cras­tin­a­tion: i should be writ­ing dull news for other readers partly, this letter is...

fetish of tresses

by | Mar 14, 1997 | Poetry, Uncategorized

For Michelle and Thorfinn What stirs me is long flow­ing hair and a tendency to touch the sky with easy fingertips. Cas­cad­ing strands of amber, coral, jet, burnt umber, fall­ing past smooth throats, slim torsos, down to jaunty waists and...