Saturday, July 7, 2012


In the summer of our lives

When eternity stretched
Before us like a lazy cat

And fall stayed hidden
In the dark corners
Of bureau drawers

Housewives were just something
Our mothers became ...
Never those of us who played ball
Spent months perfecting our pitch
Felt the sting in the palm of a well-worn glove

Choosing to remain ignorant
For as long as possible
Subtracting years ahead
From the now of it
We spurned the future
Chewed the rind of a bitter lemon


Friday, July 6, 2012

Routine Hangings

In a strobe-like flicker
It's caught like a black and white
Snapshot - no more than a gesture
Less than the thin skin
Of a timpani drum
Their lips barely touched each other
An act defiant before ...
They stand back to back
Hands tied together
Heads strain through ropes
Meaningless words are uttered
Chairs kicked out from under
They are sent off.