I am Scud, I am squid, the asteroid so large That someplace big as Texas needed a name. Divinely commissioned for a reprising purpose; The Greeks are the ones Who best knew my acts. If there’s luck anymore I’ll crash slack in the sea, Fall drunkenly like a kite without string, Where I’ll settle with [...]
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Plague Bird
Posted in Poems on September 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Countryside Bar & Grill
Posted in Poems on September 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I can hear that river swell No matter how hot I keep the grill; I swear it roars over the soft goddamns Out cracked mug grins That the diners flash so quick. One day that creek will rise ten feet, Come like Austin’s rig In reverse instead of drive, And the Keno gals’ hair Won’t [...]
Weightless
Posted in Poems on April 23, 2009 | 4 Comments »
In too many bedrooms I’ve tried to recall The tenderness I had for an unfragile thing, A classroom turtle, Whose name I must have lost Soon after my own left the tag of my sweater. What I still have is the anger For Kenny Stults, The one I hated the most already, When he dropped [...]
Intertitles: Poems about Movies: “Gunslinger”
Posted in Poems on April 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“You’re a loser.” “Nobody loses all the time.” –Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia (1974) “Pourquoi, Jef?” “On m’a payé pour cà.” –Le Samouraï (1967) If I were to raise a hero I’d say, “Always get the money first,” Make sure he learns the weight of bills Before he ever lifts a piece. And [...]
In The Tall Grasses
Posted in Poems on March 9, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Quinn held the quicklime ready, When I brought him to the fox deformed By tooth of dog and paw of days, but Paused: behold, there was a swarm. Under fur the larval dance, Ebb of flesh and flow of flies, that jive That mocks the lunar waltz For its constant measured fall. And all Of [...]
Bunyan Rests
Posted in Poems on February 13, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Splitting to stumps woods west, Swinging arms Tempered steely by firs, Our champion meets the sea And sits. He issues a belch That would shatter Windows were he still a boy, But comes now as a wheeze Demanding a drink, a girl Some anything to scale at least. The Wobblies say he was striking; “Our [...]
Morrow Anthology
Posted in Poems on October 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
How young they look in those gray pictures, Their unwashed hair brushing wide shoulders And checkered sleeves Cuffed and crossed, Or hanging loose, Or loose enough. How confident they looked back then, So sure that the years were theirs, That words were just a simple thing Like grass Walked through in dungarees. How few busts [...]
