Postcard from A Sailor

Postcard from A Sailor

Rock & Sling 9.2

Postcard from A Sailor (#6)

Arriving in California

just before Thanksgiving,

I’d say I felt pensive

if pensive were the sensation

of one billion thoughts colliding

in the cerebral cortex,

not pinprick stars,

more like dark matter chaos,

more like an unweaving,

a de-constellating,

the loss of any sense of order,

of any sense of navigation,

as if the parking tickets were papered everywhere—

and the email had begun to explode—

and the cars all crashed into one another—

and all the marriages torn asunder—

the children unborn—

all the tools tossed into the sea—

if there were a sea—

if there were any stars by which to navigate—

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Morality

Morality

Morality

June 14, 2008

Gently, now, for we begin in earnest.
Gorgeous how things suspend: this peacock
feather, the bar to this cage, the clue that tells us
the cage has been opened. The stump from the gatepost
that once let us in. You can’t help but glimpse
the five minutes hence, the cumulus pilings,
the lean-to of gold. Be ever watchful for the rise
of the phoenix, for the slow descent of his son.

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Steps to Get Over

Steps to Get Over

Cimarron Review Winter 2007

Steps to Get Over

Again yesterday the wind rose & shook the leaves off

The trees throw shadows on the sidewalk

We trudge along avoiding each other

Because sometimes everyone is the enemy even

The guy in the trench coat & black hat lingers over the box

Where they keep the free newspapers taking one out

At the ballpark a baseball took off through

The stratosphere was pierced by a comet with rough edges

And a whole series of constellations you didn’t know

How sharp I was I just got your letter & photograph

Thank you I treasure it as an artifact of the love that never

Was I too effusive or too

Odd how the baseball takes its arc from the moon

If the moon were a motion it would be whoosh

Go the leaves on the sidewalk in a sudden gust

That leaves us all

Breathless is how I felt when I got your letter

And tucked it into the drawer alongside other things

Aren’t so good here since you last

Wrote memory is a funny thing because it makes us

Crazy people in the crosswalk & a marching band on the town hall steps

To get over you are too numerous to mention here

Come the cheerleaders who arrived with the marching band & will leave

On the shoulders of a hundred football players

Are birds of paradise whispering play

Secrets are not fun for the person who doesn’t notice

The sidewalk dappled with leaf-shaped light

A cigarette in winter & it’s a tiny planet in your fingers

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Ghost

Ghost

Cream City Review 32.1

Ghost

Out ghost, our followers have ceased

to show. If the eaves cannot keep you

try the advent calendar. In a past life

I had two wheels and a parachute,

a compass, an oxbow, a slide.

Now the claw foot offers its gold taps.

Once we were just plain five. Once

we believed in a world without birthdays.

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Morality & History

Morality & History

Gulf Coast Summer/Fall 2008

History

Broken moon, broken moon,

I had not noticed the tower. The people agree

the blue is all wrong, but its scaffolding

deserves their praise. You can hardly see

where the hair was let down. Our hero

arrives with a toolbox. What do you mean

his neck won?t hold up? Hand me a screw.

Hand me the wrench for the heart.

Morality

Gently, now, for we begin in earnest.

Gorgeous how things suspend: this peacock feather,

the bar to this cage, the clue that tells us

the cage has been opened. The stump from the gatepost

that once let us in. You can?t help but glimpse

the five minutes hence, the cumulus pilings,

the lean-to of gold. Be ever watchful for the rise

of the phoenix, for the slow descent of his son.

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