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Category Archives: Poetry
Reverting The Code
The tired despair I feel on rolling back the latest code Should really not compare to heartsick feelings for the wronged, The pained, the lost, the dying, lonely unwashed left alone. And yet…. The hordes of homeless, each intersection’s beggars, The staring children of hopeless hunger and mothers with matted hair, Compel me only to …
Doggerel
Their tails beat a metronome of desire As the last candle concedes its fire. They trail my wife with eager feet Hovering, quavering, awaiting their treat. As she closes the door and from the pantry repairs, Already the twain have dashed up the stairs, Attentive and breathless, with focus complete, As idle footfalls sound retreat. …
Flying Into Oakland
Flight over dark Bay. Lightning flash in distant clouds. They forecast no rain. Lights of Oz below. Gray covers to mask the ground From old loneliness. Another stark ride To a room empty and clean. No solace nor pain.
Writing Poem
I am not yet ready to write this poem, Yet, knowing this, I cannot refrain. An unnoted thought may forever escape, Never to visit again. Someday I may understand these words, Learn the craft, the wiles, and the way To place beautifully the beauty I see, but cannot say. Perhaps in the future the ageless …
Washing
We put our dirt into a box. It comes out unnaturally clean. The work it saves – a total loss, Paid to our machine. We put them in, we take them out, The dishes we wish to clean, And shield from view and mind throughout Our residue obscene. Happy the hand that holds the sponge, …
Pensée
Tes lèvres frémissent sous ma bouche. Tu me fais tressaillir avec ta touche. Ton regarde à moi est précieux comme celui de la lune. Joie — plus que joie! — que nous deux devenons une. Si tu me manque pour un instant, Comme si le soleil ne se levera jamais, Mon coeur tombera dans l’abîme …
The Poetry of Ignorance
Why do we willingly watch bad art? What pleasure possibly obtained from viewing William Hung’s savage evisceration of what little musicality remained in Ricky Martin’s opus major? Not once, but dozens and hundreds of viewings as the fabled excrescence was replayed across the land, revisited in American Idol retrospectives, and finally brought to life repeatedly …
Tombs I
I crawled deep into the crypt, hoping to find some answers there, entombed in the time before brands walked the earth like Gods, smiting all meaning before their benevolent strides, full of smiles and pleasures of hearth and hope. The nacre lay beneath the dusty webs and musty air of the damp departed. I crouched …
Valentine’s Day 2011
Alone and homesick among the masses In this rain-grimed city, bejeweled By bail bonds’ neon and carts of tear-streaked cans, I ponder love, without even the cloud-hidden Moon to palely reflect the warmth of your eyes, Smoldering, angry, sick with worry, Or smiling in my mirrored gaze. And I know, love is not a flower …