New Poems: Words from Not Myself and Seasonal Change

 

 

 

SEASONAL CHANGE

 



In the bungalows of happiness


householders put up their


can goods of well-wishes

 



Out back
the kids are


stoking bonfires of resentment


in derelict steel drums



 

Darkness and winter


are waiting at the end of the street.

 

NOT MYSELF

I’ve been put in this position before.
Waking up in the middle of the night
to utter phrases
not my own
(and with no one to hear them).
 

 

 

 

 

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The Poetry of Grocery Bags and Hot Coffee

Coffee, Your History


Dark redeemer 
    carrying legends of Sumatra, Arabia, Columbia

Creator of cultures
     fuel for a Sufi’s whirling dance
     drink of protests by patriots 
     in the days of revolution
     drunk in heroic proportions 
     by Balzac and Beats
     made mad by your power

Drunk black 
     by my father 
     on the troop ship
     far side of the Pacific
     World War Two
     because green skin of slime congealed 
     on tins of curdled cream

The history 
    of why I drink you as a I do.

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The End of August

The End of August

In the morning

even the sun is a runny red yoke
reluctant to rise above the horizon

its tired rays bathe the street in sepia and melancholy

Your lush green lawn of May

is now a patchwork of dead spots and desiccated wisps

like the whiskers on an ancient holy man

A scattering of scorched brown leaves

-- the ones that weren’t strong enough to make it until October --

lie in the backyard like a school of beached Starfish

In town the streets are empty

public places without any public

as if its part of some government experiment

vaporizing all signs of life

except the white noise of the cicadas

Or maybe everyone has gone
to the beach to swim and sleep

trying to forget the end of summer.

Branching Out

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