Office Sonnet

Office Sonnet

Office Sonnet The filing cab’net’s sleek black sides’ dull gleam reflects the dim-blurred image of a foot all sandal-wrapped with unclipped nails that seem a cowry colored echo of a root exposed from underneath a fleshy soil. Softly sung to eyes, the image weighs as much as steam from cheeks too long embroiled or downy […]

Running in the Nose

Running in the Nose

He blows his nose and out shoot little human people. As they catapult from his nostrils, he feels their tiny elbows and brittle knees bounce and tumble along his soft nasal corridors; his eyes water as they snag hairs and wake follicles. Little beings. They are lighter than bird bone and bundled in flea-barb armor. […]

Another Polimerick

Another Polimerick

After another school shootin’ Trump, with his mouth, started tootin’: “I’d run right in,” he said with a grin, though he quaked at the shadow of Putin.

Remembering Errol Flanders of West Marble Court

Remembering Errol Flanders of West Marble Court

Foxes for pillows at the head of his bed and knock-knock joke eul’gies now that he’s dead. He died as he lived–face down in his soup or crying alone in a telephone-booth. Sometimes he’d smile at cars passing by while walking the freeway’s concrete divide. I had him over last Tuesday for lunch. He ventriloquized […]

Drive-Thru Ballad

Drive-Thru Ballad

While driving through McDonald’s for the nineteenth time that week alone, he paused and stared at their menu sign. Little flecks of red and gold upon a field of white littered with black curving shapes, tiny strips of night. The world upon its axis slowed and time refused flower as the patron held those shapes […]

Typical Friday at High Noon

Typical Friday at High Noon

Typical Friday at High Noon Like an Easy-Bake Oven from hell, the sun stiffens mud and a lone worm screeches in his mother tongue as he’s slowly Han Soloed in the carbonite of home. That eagle over there isn’t all that eager to pry him out. In the distance, Vin Diesel high fives Poseidon. Buoys […]

The Loogork: A Nonsense Limerick

The Loogork: A Nonsense Limerick

There once was a loogork named Darg who nightly camped out in my yard. I offered him fish and fresh pretzel sticks which he took as a trade for his log.

The Seventeen

The Seventeen like laughter-clatter, ArmaLite refuse echoes up the hall. A shrill metal bird has been paid to sing arson and lure us to fire. Riddled, we watch as others prod, fiddle with our holes, feel for the thin veil of prayer the dosh demands be woven –ever retroactively–into our skin. Let their fingers burn. […]

A Snowman Scene

A Snowman Scene

Sick of tradition, Frosty tosses his corn cob pipe into the fire. As he does, a bit of his arm gets over-warm and sloughs off as slush on the bearskin rug. “Typical,” Frosty mutters. He shuffles back a few feet. He would sweat nervously if he could afford it, but the Californian winter, ever short […]

Game ____ Match

Game ____ Match

Sunset sets conceptually. Daydeath dawns. Decay writ large, writ regular, routine withering in the way we end the day. Stop connoting soft death under constructed beauty: lithe ghosts that float over fields of miribilis jalapa, four o’clock flowers that flex out sweet sweat and hold the night in thrall. Make it explicit: we blink, dark […]