Igidae, Busan
With the big C bearing down on us, I’m learning to reappreciate the outdoors, above all those patches with social distancing built in. Several days back, … Continue reading Igidae, Busan
Everybody’s Escaping
Captured, coerced Explosives planted, in the neck Dissolving to a countdown And hours to drag America’s A-number-one fat-cat back to his power police Government prerogative circa 1997 They have their Snake and’ll eat it too In New York. Glider above, crazies under The Duke muscling b’hind men and chandeliers On the hood of his car! Chock full o’ Nuts’ good for nothing but a fawning blonde and cheap floorboards Future friends are few Cabbie maybe, Brain and his squeeze play the role But they all want something. “I heard you were dead” and there it is Plissken’s best broken record … Continue reading Everybody’s Escaping
Drawing & Sketches 2019/20 Two
Drawing & Sketches 2019/20 One
Ordinance 12
Ordinance 12 It’s simple enough Tell a dozen things you’ve heard and stuff Stuff meaning saw Meaning felt in the bones A hairdresser’s flinch, a neighbor’s groans Drop it into a speaker box Before you lie flat for the night. Ordinance 12 It’s a gift from the state Doing your part feels really great Great meaning just Meaning public contribution The reported cease to be, that’s some slick resolution Warms the citizen heart Before it lies flat for the night. Ordinance 12 It’s found me too A former second son, once removed Removed meaning processed Meaning given a break From … Continue reading Ordinance 12
Restoration
Big Deal, he collects imaginative debts from the broken tills of barest business he takes his cut with a strut white suit pitched hat the palm of his hand is greased. Big Deal, he meets justice for the streets from a broken roof of bare economy he’s turned lumps into loyalty dark coat old hat the gun in his hand is greased. Continue reading Restoration
Repeat
When buttercups die there’s a dampness in the eye When rivers chill I weep, bemoan the day when grizzlies crawl away plump for the winter sleep It’s an annual fear for my hemisphere when death prologues rebirth Biology in a seasonal funk and all from the tilt of the Earth. Continue reading Repeat
