This is rude
compared to other flowers.
But we’ll not dismiss
so striking a guest.
Tag Archives: poetry
Wine, olive oil, salt and pepper
Not the last, but the four
middle things,
accompaniment to our daily bread
It’s hard to be a dad
It’s hard to be a dad.
It’s hard to do the right thing.
It’s hard to know what the right thing is.
Sometimes you think you know.
But then you see you got it wrong.
Shall we get a new house?
Throw away all the crap of the past
and live like pure people of the present?
Slash means line break
This is not so violent as it sounds,
just as the little smiles
above unaccented syllables
are only suggestions of the pleasure
one gets from poetry.
Prayer flags
Someone turned off all the rules
And that leaves us.
Sadness
How can you know?
I don’t but I do,
not from in you,
but from
the brown leaf crumpled in me.
Sex is an inverse mountain (when it’s sex you shouldn’t have)
Sex is an inverse mountain,
when it’s sex you shouldn’t have –
you coast gleefully, carefree to the top –
a bicycle ride down to the highest,
perfect view –
and Oh what a view! but then
(Oh what a view) you’re not
atop it but under it –
that was not the climb, this is,
a getting out from under and
not dying, one hopes,
from a place you should never have been.
Cracked Tree
Why again news, no more news
of divorce. I hadn’t heard of these two,
hadn’t dreamed they’d divorce.
A tree sways in the wind, but doesn’t
do as trees normally do, it cracks
like a painting
into pieces.
Why was there no woman of tears
and soft hands to go to this tree,
and massage it before it died?
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