Book o’ Verse

There's a man there
by the window.

And he's speaking
with such precision
you can see the letters spit forth into air
shiny newborne
serifs spinning.

And his words are just hanging out there
piling up there
in a loose 

…by guest poet Shonny Vortex.
In my blue house
Everyone is I, I
Talking about themselves
In my blue house
Hearts bang on your head
With drum sticks
And stars twinkle
In the daytime
And fish swim into your mouth… Read on Macduff...

a moment to mourn.
that’s all.

And a long line of
enthusiastic
neatly dressed
retirees.

They're pressing toward the front.
And now they're strip-mining the table
saying:

   tell me
sell me

         how to stop time.

At every gas stop along the way, he pulls out trash with his wallet.
A scrunched up sheet of off-white paper
and a smaller one – a post-it.
Out, up for air and then he
bends over to close a … Read on Macduff...

Talking with her about her brother's death
years back now. And it's the first time we talked.
She just had a kid
first kid
last month
my son's almost four
good guy
big boy.

Their house looks the same
even 

Tonight in his sleep, Sam said:
“He wants a chocolate Gogurt
and to fight bad guys.”
He said it a couple of times.
Always like that — in the third-person.
And then he fell back asleep.
And I say:
Congratulations!… Read on Macduff...

He wasn’t very smart,
or very rich,
or very successful.
But he was six-foot-three.
And at parties, he would
slide up silent
behind his smarter, richer,
more successful,
better-looking friends.
Head to head.
Back to back.
And hang out for … Read on Macduff...

He said we're longing for a simpler time
something easy
refreshing
familiar
a malt shop.

He said the polyester backlash
is still
in progress.

Last night I saw
the best argument
for 6 billion of us.

A musician so talented.

You don't get one so talented

if there are 600 of us.
Or 60 million.

You need really big numbers.

So maybe that''s why.