Dead Still
I'm a small gray rock
lying on the dirt
beside a twisted tree
on the edge of a library
parking lot.
I've been here seven years now.
Little excitement.
Occasional pelting of rain.
Weekly gardener with a blower.
Lots of car exhaust.
I hear footsteps every day.
The babbling of humans
calms me. Reminds me
everything is temporary.
I lie and wait for change.
NIGHT (a found poem)
"One word: transports."
"Where will they take us?"
"There are rumors
we are going to Hungary."
"Things must be getting serious,
it's almost midnight
and no one is going to sleep."
"The ghetto is to be liquidated entirely!"
"Don't worry, I'll warn you if there's danger."
"To sleep, to dream, that nothing had happened."
"All this under a magnificent blue sky."
Childhood Day and Nightmares
The knocked against hallway wall gray tooth
The pushing Tonka sliding glass door bloody elbow
The bamboo, belt, and coat hanger discipline
The overalled step-grandpa eat-all-your-food barks
The bench back seat Frankenstein drive-in movie
The green bicycle into white pickup corner accident
The being the third wheel amongst buddies
The Doberman Pincher bites sister across street
The chewed and swallowed trash can Excedrin and
The resulting sidewalk vomited strawberry Pop-Tarts
The neighbor kid pouring cherry Kool-Aid pitcher over head
The junior high jaywalking friend hit by old lady car passing school
The tenth-grade math failure meltdown
The surf-induced dislocated knee scream
Naughty Night
In the dark bedroom
we were playing
Cathy and Heathcliff
beside an open window
to let in cool night air
Heard a boom in the sky
interrupt our commingling
so I stood up to look out
to see if some explosive
fire might be seen distantly
All I could make out was
a glimmer of a stone owl
hanging from a large branch
to scare away all birds
from green growing oranges
I reached for my cell phone
to try to capture the scene
but illumination by screen
caused me to turn around
to my love’s silhouette…
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