Book o’ Verse

Anne Frank was resting.
The day before she had bested the Werewolf.
The day before that, an alien robot had burst
into the attic.
But there’s no rest for Anne Frank.
Through a small window ringed with
pencil-drawn tulips, you … Read on Macduff...

Harmonize those ages into a blur from
5-year-olds to 17-year-old
giants
with smooth tones
taller than people
louder than people
vibrating
and our little folks singing
next to them
us all shaking
in our seats.

I will eat pizza and oversized subs and drink soda.
We'll tear stretch rubber masks off
cranky senior delinquents.

    They have their complaints.
I have complaints too.
You don't see me acting out.

Snoopy and Scoob will tug and growl

The coffeeshop is fluttering today.
Six or seven denim-coated guy-legs
shock the tiled floor.
Silent soft bouncing.
They shake the air. Crinkle your vision.
There’s a lot of energy under these tables.

I write espresso poems now
the way I used to write about cigarettes.
My old fumbled word love to white ash
the hard-dented tan filter.
The clouds! Oh those sainted particles!
The courage of my glass ashtray!
All swapped for… Read on Macduff...

the majority opinion that aims to
thick coat
my emulsified flavor.
Froth my cup
dunk its hue.
75 cents is my strong statement.
I will tip you 75 cents
if you’ll just
leave me
some bean
slop me
some foam… Read on Macduff...

How many times must I not
watch you before you get the point?
If I must not watch you a million times.
If I must not watch you till the solar core
inside my TV cools and its silver casing … Read on Macduff...

When I was small you could
get a paper cut from just about everything.
From a computer display.
While petting a puppy.
You could get several paper cuts pressing down hard on
a pinkening snow ball.
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They date underground
they do.
And they skip by the mushrooms
they dance with the dwarves
They sleep under waterfalls
lightless with dark sparkle and foam.
They leave the sun and the wind and banana peels
to the squirrels.

Were they birds or were they bats?
Does it matter?
When they drop down in darkness.
When they brush up against the back of your head and nudge you along.
When they flap in your hair.
You want to know.… Read on Macduff...