Category: Book o’ Verse

Subway times

Subway ride through a newspaper, flutter express stop and cooked air at the sports section with the concrete pressed straight cold against your feet like there’s no shoe there at all. No shoe to separate the ligatures that spell out…

He’s a truck

A red-cabbed rig flying just above the spires of Golden Gate Bridge. What the hell — right? A truck, aloft? Sort of lovely though for the moment, looking around. There’s a nice stereo and tapes and a bed tucked in…

His hair

dirty gray, piled high like handfuls of baby sheep stacked and teetering. the air sharp with cotton candy drift that leaps toward the understanding part. you can’t hold it back. a pillow he’s reaching for it now to prop up…

Forget not the mud

Forget not the mud caked juice box, those traces of familiar sweetness locked in hannukah gelt coin coverings dented dirtward next to a plate or two of shaded eggplant parmigiana. There was a party here. There were frightened earthworms. Thunder.…

Great-grandfather’s beard

been thinking about my great-grandfather’s beard. I can’t compete with that. Puffy-white sketched lawyer-still. Coffee, ironed tablecloths, small spoons. Not one drop swings loose. Cigars for all. Corona de Luxe smoke drifts over old Europe squares. Sons in perfect pose.…

driving

driving home late telling my eyes it’s just about time to open wide, let in a few headlights reveal the back of my head. clang noises clanging back there still clanging away let the headlights shine on in.

A matter of asking

it’s a matter of asking that tape recorder, are you gonna spool this? Do you want to take a sec? hold a sec? paste that moment across some plastic? Cuz I don’t wanna let you go, sec. I want to…

His pals

His pals don’t need much, ya see. They wear snappy hats. Elbow each other at the sight of something, hey! Hey look at that snappy hat! All they want is a patch of dirt to trash. To take off their…

sugar cube heartbreak

I had two foods from my childhood tonight and the sugar cube was a complete let down. All promise, stacked high in that crystalline stack and then collapsed like a wet meringue. Blech. A mouth full of undifferentiated former-cube fragments,…

Dog parts

Trying to find a place that’s not shaded. Damn trees everywhere. I just need one spot where my skin can make contact with the sun. Light is part of the sun, did you know that? It’s not an offshoot or…

Not a snake

You say I’m a snake but snakes move with purpose, right? They lead with their head. Reach with their mouth. Draw a dry belly line with an impulse dotting each turn. Have you ever seen a snake tumble? Or trip?…

Real bikers

Saw real bikers tonight. Four bikers, they lined up side by side across both lanes with their leather jackets. Comfortable, warm. Cocooned in that roar that they made together.

Me and my dog

i dreamt i adopted a dog without a body or a head and we went fishing. afterwards, while I was untangling the line, a nice lady came up to see how my dog and i were doing. “his tail isn’t…