2/23/09
spend your moments wisely, or spend them surprisingly,
but it's silly to think you can save them.
no interest to be had, your dividends all wasted.
3/6/09
kill your teleblindness and turn on your poemivision.
instead of becoming another venture capitalist,
become the next venture poetess.
3/9/09
dishing up the night's sky with the sun's leftovers,
the moon shines down its lunar light and
drives us into lunacy.
3/23/09
we spend the years toiling.
filling up the bucket.
the one with a hole in it. the one full of nothing.
4/20/09
you decanter your witty banter,
leaving behind the sediments
of your upsetedness.
6/1/09
a writer bites the bullet every
night and then wakes up in the
morning to describe it.
9/28/09
either yelling with glee or
screaming with glum--
the punk rock intensity of my two-year-old son.
10/26/09
from within my bones, some poems
would roam. from beneath my nose,
some prose arose.
1/11/10
he can pick the oldest, lamest tunes;
and no matter what, it always comes out
sounding fresh and new.
1/25/10
wrapped baroquely in a boa of clouds,
the moon takes center stage
and hums the sun a summer lullaby.
2/8/10
i lit your letter and inhaled the fumes.
your smoke signals warning me
to stay away for good.
3/8/10
lessons for today may expire by tomorrow.
if there was a guarantee,
it's only that there isn't any.
5/3/10
it is difficult to see
in the dark of a Dusk Age and the
promise of Nightfall ever lurking.
6/28/10
take this and stick it in your
mind. when the idea's cooked,
the bell will chime.
7/26/10
your tireless search for
new frontiers always seems
to end in the same old tears.
9/27/10
perspiring mightily and
struggling to strike a proper pose,
this beginner's yoga ripped my pantyhose!
10/25/10
in the old familiar pattern,
she fashioned my underwear
into a "jock" o' lantern.
11/8/10
the distance between us,
so far and shark-infested,
yet your presence remains indelible.