2012

JURY DUTY 2

The personal
    & the political
  marred by waxed
 eyebrows &
  bail bondsman
       Somewhere I left
my past, somewhere but
   not at that sushi bar
  maybe in this improvised
  Irish coffee

2012

JURY DUTY 1

My personal
emotional concerns
  would you recognize
them in yourself?
would you be able
 to follow instructions
 From the Phoney Baloney
 smiling square jawed
fascist? His face should be on a poster
for the unaware
  the death of my
father is not reason
 to be dismissed from
jury duty but an
airplane ticket is

Creature nine
Reads the news
 Still we try
He sighed
  The floorboards are warped
Walking takes some care
  Windows are open and look out on the rivals
   Buildings stand in the wind
Sighing
 Or something
 Ocean breeze in this ocean town
  Foghorns rattle the dishes
   And keep us awake
 Creature nine rolls over
And dreams of floating
 Floating away
On a river of sighs

Desperate characters
  All of them
 Roaming around
 In Hyundais
 And gazebo bound
 Silk flowers in their mind
Loving the day

Clap the
Fuss
 And bandywine
  Sterile magnetic force
 Turn April into May
June to August
 And then
 Caesar will let the cats free
 To walk with you
 In silence
  The newsperson will shout
And scare them off
   on tv
  And other places

Oh sad
drivel said sad drivel
 Sad
 Return again through
Barren nights
   Stupidly
    Stacked
Everywhere
  Returning
 Broken and
    Bullet creased
Dire in the
  Dead streets of
 Memnonic devices
Watching the clouds
Over head
 Till sand rushes out
 Sand of a thousand eyes
Sand of a thousand tongues
  Talking incessantly
Talking
Drizzling
  A thousand times a thousand
Times ten thousand more
Containers of pennies and handkerchiefs
  Left in the sand
Waiting for godot
Waiting for Dune
Waiting for archimbaldo
And his vegetable head
 Waiting for a ticket
 To get on a train
 And get out of here

The arduous
Existence
Of light
 And memory
 Try to breath
 Run
  Feel the air in your hand
 Your hair is
No longer
Golden and
Orange
  Step fast
Now
 See the cars piling up on the highway
Guess where you will be
In ten years
 Or just wait
 Everything comes
  Across the Rockies

Why would you freeze
 By the northern sky lights
Like a deer
 Like a doe
 Like moe
   Whacked in the head
By a two by foe
 Slipping on the
 Cocaine highway baked Alaska job site
 See?
 What you said?
 It is what it is
 Or not
Maybe it isn’t
 But it’s still
Far lit blue eyed turbulence

We swam in the pool
The water was lovely
  Summer is nice
  I’m going to the east coast
In September
 He named his son Sony
Like the company
  But we are still friends
 At least until he gave away my
Herbie Hancock ticket
But you know
Or maybe you don’t
 Either way
 Summer is nice

Say what
What is that
 Oh Carl Yastrzemski
 I can spell his name
 The sky is like innings