Poetry.

Former Head of Security

  The Major did not chat but with a kiss on the cheek marked each daily encounter.   Surely, we wondered if his temper made us safer: motorcycles, rural landing strips, Putumayo.   Charged as guard of a Colombian Vice-President, a needless Doberman where a Labrador could have barked.   The Major spoke into his speech, […]

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Burden to Savor

  A soft, holy morning like this Awake in bed before dawn Forcing my thoughts of you   Upon you   Full, ready body Full, ready thoughts Soft, holy distance   All upon you   Keep yourself well and happy For I know certain things about us That are likely to trouble you But I […]

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Fifteen Minutes

  In the fifteen minutes you claimed would elapse before you arrived at my house wearing a tuxedo,   I read Charles Bukowski and saw the December boat parade. Before you arrived, I heard blow horns punctuate the salsa CD   spinning in my bedroom. I read about Bukowski’s cats, both of them, and their […]

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Late Night Poem

  It is no secret to me that Leonard Cohen drank too much wine late at night, listening to someone like Leonard Cohen on too much wine late at night. I am no better than myself.   The way I break down is sudden and graceful, with altruism, helping hand, my head held up so […]

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Tragedy at Sushi Siam

  Today I read about poetic time and poetic space, about how allegories are imagined and metrics not.   I read about real efforts to compose, allusions, footnotes, tool sheds as help.   I read all this believing in it, not knowing that tonight you would be where I was,   and I would need […]

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