365 poems in 365 days

racist poem 1

2009-01-09T22:52:00.000-08:00

racist poem 1.

Between
the Ashkenazi Jews
and
the nice Irish folks
that tolerate us,
you'd think
there
would be
a
decent
fried potato
of some kind
near my house,
even at
this hour
on Shabbos.

recovery

2009-01-03T00:53:00.000-08:00

Spent poets
don't die,
their words

just change hands,
returned to the register
then passed out again
for change
on promises
bigger
than the price

I thought
when I didn't use my words,
I'd get to hoard them,
that Webster would give me
his signet ring and say,
Okay Ruby,

here come those years of famine,
so before your syllables
devour everything in sight
and still aren't one millionth as fat as you,
lock them up and
pass them out sparingly.

Instead of mics,
hit doors.

Instead of crowds yearning
for black belts on paper,
try talking to people
who want to shoot
the next person that knocks on their door,

people burned so bad
piles of ashes form themselves
into mouthes to say DAYUM!
and send them moisturizer.

Instead of rocking in my house,
try rocking a block where every
single
house
is boarded up,
and the doughboys
tell you Reagan was gangsta.

At least they know.

But I saved up.

And it wasn't enough.

cars were made into tanks.

and i traded rhymes
for trying to change the times,

maybe now I get my words back.

Pennsylvania Snacks

2008-12-18T11:08:00.000-08:00

this is just to say
I have eaten
pretzels
that were on
the counter

and which
you were probably
saving
for dessert.

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so salty.

when i lie down, and when i rise up

2008-11-25T23:02:00.000-08:00

when i lie down, and when i rise up

disbelief.

Waking up November 9th, 2008

2008-11-25T23:01:00.001-08:00

Waking up November 9th, 2008

Now what?

tears four years in the making

2008-11-25T22:59:00.000-08:00

Y
e
s.
W
e.
D
i
d.

what's in a measure?

2008-11-25T22:57:00.000-08:00

what's in a measure?

riff, chord,
just rest.

1 comments

2008-11-25T22:54:00.000-08:00

sheepish tired poet
tries anew.

victory

2008-11-25T22:53:00.000-08:00

victory

another word
for
new battle tomorrow.

resiliance

2008-08-25T23:31:00.000-07:00

don quixote stands,
looks for bigger windmill.

early elul

2008-08-25T23:23:00.000-07:00

early elul

don't forsake me, or us,
especially now, forever.

whirling dervish

2008-08-24T18:28:00.000-07:00

colors fabrics flying
arms legs transcending
circles bring back

untitled

2008-08-24T18:27:00.000-07:00

Words
cannot say
everything I yearn
to express to you.

speechless

2008-08-24T18:25:00.000-07:00

naysayers blather,
but what's more beautiful
than two brides
like you?

i'll tell you what's in a name.

2008-08-18T15:53:00.000-07:00

crazed liars make believers without
opposing voices. from afar,
words hurt plenty.

granite realities

2008-08-18T15:51:00.000-07:00

Weekend with loved ones, friends.
hotel pool, technology at work.
maybe this ain't bad.

14 words about cuyahoga

2008-08-18T15:50:00.000-07:00

city ravaged by economic crises,
your fate should not be
decided by petty fools.

postponing the Eikha

2008-08-10T16:01:00.000-07:00

i'm working to stop destruction,
half my words are hello.
i'll lament later if necessary.

expectations

2008-08-05T22:25:00.000-07:00

you better be so good
that they make
you wear a cape.

that's why i'm here.

17 words about the Bronx

2008-08-03T19:42:00.000-07:00

favorite spots of childhood days,
addeo's bread, vegetable and fresh mozzarella trays,
but You i miss most.

solace

2008-07-28T21:08:00.000-07:00

solace

some things cannot be
expressed with words.

awful tears shouts unable
to capture.

numb, then sadness.
solace will come.

Question for the Texas Roadhouse in Brooklyn, OH

2008-07-27T06:03:00.001-07:00

If, as you advertise,
you are expert provider
of all critical things Texas,

where is the most important
Texas product?

Sunday in Cleveland

2008-07-27T05:35:00.000-07:00

Sunday in Cleveland

Cars zoom solo
across pavement
made for more.

my coffeepot yawns
as dreams barely beat
the sunshine
into my room.

speak for myself

2008-07-26T13:14:00.000-07:00

speak for myself

others may be wiser
felt this before,
missed hudson sunsets
from other waters' shores.

yearning heart implores
i

speak for myself.

untitled

2008-07-26T08:54:00.000-07:00

new socks
and farmers markets

go a small way

in easing the (late) start
of a coffeeless, cloudy,

without you day.

creature comforts

2008-07-26T08:51:00.000-07:00

the challah doughy
and unfamiliar,

a gift rejected outright.

yet,
warm souls
on a cool shabbos night,

makes everything
a little better.

audacity

2008-07-26T08:46:00.000-07:00

you lost your right
to use words like this
long before today

literary license long lifted,
sayeth I, how dare you.

untitled

2008-07-25T05:09:00.000-07:00

pushing its way through
curtains unfit,
over street lights,
six lanes of cars
hurtling towards days,

i wake with sunshine
rushing into my hands.

untitled

2008-07-24T14:55:00.000-07:00

always feeling the fate of
worlds bearing down
kilotons of importance
whiring towards me; some
answers are not easy or
ready, feeling full my
deficiencies.

i know what Langston would say

2008-07-06T19:20:00.001-07:00

If, lacking soul,
your feet are constrained,
perhaps for culture
you feel disdain.

but if you don't like rhythm,
simple and plain,

DON'T MOVE TO HARLEM!

(dedicated to the drummers in Marcus Garvey Park. And the gentrifiers who hate on African drumming therein.)

perfection

2008-07-06T17:47:00.000-07:00

the reliable rhythm
of deliver ball,
catch and return.

eyes untrained may
glance, then look
away, not learn

what amazing feats
are contained in
moments of constance.

Beset

2008-07-04T21:46:00.000-07:00

Beset

FOUNTAINS
We hold SPARKLER
these truths IED
to be AK47
self evident ROMAN CANDLE
that all men LAND MINE
are created ROCKETS
equal PINWHEEL
and are CLUSTER
BOMB

What Maxwell Smart taught me

2008-07-03T21:18:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, the old ways are
the best ways, but measuring
past to present constantly
could suck the joy out of it.
don't forget your
shoe phone.
and keep trying.

parking

2008-07-02T20:28:00.000-07:00

parking

exhilaration rushes through limbs
as i carefully weave through avenues
hydrants, from overeager traffic cops.
find sacred secret place
meant for resting.
slide, turn wheel
car locks with pavement.
perfection.

why?

2008-07-02T07:26:00.000-07:00

Sammy Ellie Lucy Unnamed Son
Sarah Bryan the Boys Skylar
Laree Captain Squishy Elie Michal
smiling elevator david the ones
at shul, the ones in need,
ones everywhere, and especially
you.

first rays

2008-05-14T22:29:00.000-07:00

I stay up,

eyes straining towards the sky.

the light purple announces your nearing presence,

your heat curving around the contours of the planet

to begin to warm the day.

if only i could greet you this way every morning.

chlorofil

2008-05-14T21:58:00.000-07:00

My favorite time
each day

hitting the sidewalks
for

a closer look

at leaves

I've poured over

like dead sea scrolls

discovered beneath my doorstep.

I stare in amazement,

wondering what makes them
today's color green,

and shade
will they be
tomorrow?

No method to their beauty yet.

I just hope to be along for the ride
a little longer.

galut

2008-05-07T12:23:00.000-07:00

galut

i have tasted promised lands

danced on the shores of rivers
rolled back
for the continuation of life.

i have seen before
and after.

I have eyes opened
to contradictions,

to beauty
that comes with a price,

i have danced to funeral songs
on second lines
i didn't think existed,

enjoyed the views
created by madmen.

i have seen the fruits
of occupation

felt the sting as they slipped
down my throat

i have danced instead of marched
i have followed the curves
of roads that terrified me.

i have eaten fried chicken
next to destroyed schools.

and yet,

i yearn for that beauty

i burn for those songs,
those smells,

i want to drive those roads again.

to dance.
to return.

to taste promise once more.

plunge

2008-04-11T20:42:00.000-07:00

plunge

after a weariness
that seemed to

s
t
r
e
t
c
h

for years,

i'm excited
to dive into dreams

swim
under blankets
of night
to destinations
i never thought
i'd be lucky enough to reach.

and see
what treasures
i can bring back
from the insides
of my eyelids.

revolving

2008-04-10T15:51:00.000-07:00

revolving

days like today
make me wonder
if copernicus
and gallileo
were actually wrong
about which celestial body
revolves around which.

questions that keep me up at night

2008-04-09T22:48:00.000-07:00

questions that keep me up at night

the man basking
in a
treasure
beyond compare:
too dumb to know
how lucky they are?
or
too spoiled
to care?

sensory overload

2008-04-08T18:39:00.001-07:00

sensory overload

may my worst sins
be
straining eyes to see
craning ears to hear
opening my brain to know

as much as i can.

so when i am forced into inaction,
i have someplace i can go.

word search

2008-04-08T14:50:00.000-07:00

word search

what's the term

for finding hope in

a seminar

stopping procrastination,

only to discover

it ended three hours

before

you saw the ad?

untitled

2008-04-07T23:03:00.000-07:00

untitled

inside of my eyelid
is covered in cocoadots.
yearn to drink them all.

canvass

2008-04-07T22:57:00.000-07:00

canvass

the page
already talks to me.
don't let ideas
of
blank
or
empty
enter your mind.

the page has
interests,
ideas,
things to express.

this is conversation.

this is not monologue.

so you may think
you can throw whatever
scratches you want
upon her,
bathe her in emotions
you believe are only your own,

but you can't.

because without her,
you've got no way
to say
anything at all.

waiting up

2008-04-07T22:45:00.000-07:00

waiting up

as 10 becomes 2,
soldier seconds passing me
on the review stand,

as my eye lids pass
the weight limit prescribed
by my face muscles,

as dreams rudely run
before me without waiting
for pillow returns,

as laundry slowly
tumbles towards static cling
conclusions mounted

to the inside of
my head, besides calender
magnet shopping lists,

songs wait patiently
in my chest for the perfect
moment to arrive.

2008-04-04T21:15:00.000-07:00

more

you do
more than hold
your own.
you cradle stars
in your strides,
whole worlds
with single steps,
oceans in the sweat
that collects
in the small of your back.
you match army
drill manuevers
with a bend of your arm,
outshining red giants
with a gentle tug
upwards of your lips
defying gravity.

hold your own?

galaxies pray
to hold their own
with you.

Monster

2008-04-03T21:14:00.000-07:00

(with regret. and maybe a little hope)
4/4/2008

Monster

On this
day of days,
I feel I've failed you.

I've stared your words
in the face
until
(I hoped) they somehow
fused themselves to my body,
filling in gaps between neurons,
delivering depression free
chemical recipes
to my skull sanctuary
before sending me
to follow past your footsteps
past your markers
to where they did not
give you the chance to tread.

And I failed you.

I have obeyed
unjust laws.

I have done less
than I could do.

I do not
love
my enemy.

and I'm unsure
I ever will.

Love my enemy?
I want to defeat my enemy.
I want to make him pay
for every heartbreak he has caused.

I want him to fail.
I want him to suffer.
I want to rain down
kamikaze pretzels
until one catches his throat.

I don't just want justice.

I want vengeance.

Want to stand over him
defeated, bloodied, and say
I did this to you, remember me,
Sonny style,

so he knows never to fuck
with the people
ever again.

i want him
to feel the brunt
of my wrath.
to pay for everything
that's ever happened to me,
even the shit that's not his fault
just because i'm so pissed.

I want to make him
feel the excruciating pain
he's given to me,
no,
the pain he's given to others
in his lifetime,
no, fuck that,
even that's not enough.

the torment
of every life
he's affected
including the ones to come.

drenching him
in agony
repeatedly
increasing
his suffering
exponentially

while he begged
for the mercy
he never gave me.

all this
on this day, of all days,
on the day
you were taken away from us

Your ability to love your enemy
in the face of such torment
leaves me feeling
worse than a failure.

love my enemy?

he's the only person
i hate more
than me.

and maybe that's why
I think

I'm a monster.

letter parade

2008-04-03T20:18:00.000-07:00

letter parade

rarely
do i have the
chance to see letters
march, but I dream of S's
that strut.

April flowers

2008-04-02T19:57:00.000-07:00

April flowers

April
the month of
unmitigated possibility.
when clocks
move in frames
impervious to time.
when my favorite jewel
celebrates her new re
birth into limitless opportunity.
when blossoms herald
exit of lion and lamb
and entrance of regality.
when months of waiting
of hoping working wishing
lead to these moments
when brilliance pauses suddenly
hot blades sear them permanently
in the cold of time.
April,
the
days
when i remember
i was there, so i
unlock the chains
around my broom closet
display the contents
to you
hidden taskmasters
still asking for brick without straw
waters waiting to uncover dry land
napkin postcards where the i's
are dotted with cocoa stains

you whisper
its okay.
we're free now.
it's april.

iris

2008-03-23T20:29:00.000-07:00

iris

Alone
Needing no crown
No Adornments, but her
Regal blue surrounds majestic
Yellow.

Named
For favorite
Part of body, quickly
besting other blossoms to top
my list.

Two most
Loved colors,
Entwined in stem to
Emerge: separate. Together.
Bloom.

Red, white
Roses, lilies,
Sunflowers and daisies.
All should raise petals in tribute
To you.

apologes, again

2008-03-23T20:27:00.000-07:00

dear readers,

another great weekend away without email/internet. will post some of it post haste.

much love,
mgt.

anniversary

2008-03-19T06:32:00.000-07:00

anniversary

there are some days
who's passing you mark,
not because you want to,

but because they've
burned themselves
permanently
into the calender
of your life.

because they've
picked up brands
and seared themselves
into your flesh
for you to see

and while the afterburn
of those days
still lingers,

while i still
live in a world
constantly shaped
renamed
transformed,
i pray for the day
when this day
will only stir
slowly
scabbing-over memories,

not the bombs
of last week,
or
the deaths of yesterday.

(dedicated in part to all who have lost their lives, in whole or in part, in Iraq)

st. michael's day

2008-03-18T20:02:00.000-07:00

Ides
forever changed
Janus would be proud,
the way you smile back
and look ahead.

earnestly plotting course
across deserts
and dinner tables
through mountains frosted
with the ghosts
of bb gun fights passed,
and yards guarded
by rattlesnakes,
home games on East 161st
and family beamed by satelite.

earnest,
like the six inch deep river
still somehow
winding its way through
land so thirsty
it would grab a straw
and slurp it dry.

earnest,
like a
moviewildwest
lawman
honestly going about
the business
of doing right.

earnest,
like a cactus
defying odds and saying,
yeah, i'll grow here.
what's it to ya?

painstakingly
cutting a path,
laying roots,
making your play
and seeing it through.

you're the one, Mike.

sunday's poem: straight to video

2008-03-17T07:54:00.000-07:00

straight to video

Different trip home
On a different airline
Same shitty movie.

saturday's poem: desolation

2008-03-16T22:43:00.000-07:00

desolation

yowling, broken wolf.
my eardrums shattered by cry,
alone in desert.

friday's poem: understanding you

2008-03-16T22:41:00.000-07:00

understanding you

the wind runs gentle
fingers through my wet hair.
hills roll into
horizon crowning mountains.
No car horns. No yelling, save for
birds animatedly discussing the day
like afterschool teens
gossiping on the subway.

so this is why you moved here.

thursday's poem: tucson bound

2008-03-16T22:35:00.000-07:00

(note from mgt: was in Arizona for my brother's wedding. did a ton of writing, but not so much posting. time to catch up)

Tuscon Bound

longing to land as we
approach desert night.
only launched moments ago.
my legs already
very sore, feels like
years before they’ll
escape to sandy pastures.

nycrostic 4

2008-03-12T20:08:00.000-07:00

nycrostic 4

bathed in an
already set sun's
teasing exit,
traversing the
edge of ms liberty's
regally outstreched
youthful arm with well

placed pink fingers,
arranging her curls,
rubbing her shoulders,
kissing her goodnight.

Flashback! Young and Depressionable

2008-03-11T17:21:00.000-07:00

hey all,

since the General made me think of an old favorite of mine, Young and Depressionable, I've posted it to the Riot Act. Take a peek. One of my favorites, and one of my favorite performance pieces.

Enjoy!
-mgt.

nycrostic 3

2008-03-11T05:55:00.000-07:00

nycrostic 3

calling all
old school,
real, down home
new yorkers, the
earlier you
revisit is

better for all;
insist on
sauteed onions,
try extra pickles, and
oh, the jukebox!

back on the horse

2008-03-06T18:41:00.000-08:00

back on the horse

before I used words like blankets
and bullets, i heard trumpets
cracking fragile walls i had
erected hastily, truly bad
excuses for protection crumble
with every whisper, shout, mumble,
laugh, snappy comebacks stumble
between synapses and vocal chords
not yet my friends, these words.
before i carried a second person
on my back, my position worsened
beneath the weight of my own
appetite for destruction sown
in the seeds of my guts.

now i fight to open doors nailed shut,
making good on promises made
during the pain of fifth grade.

earth drums

2008-03-05T22:25:00.000-08:00

earth drums

the earth drums upon the wood
rhythms that I won't forget,
i wouldn't choose to if i could,
the earth drums upon the wood
it matters that I fought and stood
and saw my favorite sunset.
the earth drums upon the wood
rhythms that I won't forget.

the day after

2008-03-04T13:04:00.000-08:00

the day after

you are the reason
i get up each morning, how
i got up today.

(thanks for all the love, y'all. this haiku's for you)

untitled

2008-03-03T07:28:00.000-08:00

untitled

still numb, I
hang receiver on cradle
myself in oversized arms
still not big enough
to catch the enormity,
not small enough
to keep sand
from slipping away
from me.

it happens, you say,
it could have happened
when she was 25,
but it didn't.

i see her,
fighting her way
through transliteration,
i hear her voice,
shushing my shock
at her kindness
as if to say
everyone deserves this,
but you get it
because i love you.

as i clutch at roots,
the tree reminds me
that someday,
i'll be those roots,
and I need to build
a strong trunk, good
branches,
and be prepared
for the fact that,

no matter how hard
I want to stop it,
leaves still fall.

a health plan i could live with.

2008-03-01T21:17:00.000-08:00

a health plan i could live with.

rip shirt,
dip in gas tank.
use as fuse. blow up car.
take meds from store. self surgery,
friendo.

starting hand

2008-02-29T08:32:00.000-08:00

starting hand

sometimes maligned,
I will take AA in my
pocket every time.

nycrostic 2

2008-02-27T10:44:00.001-08:00

nycrostic 2

My, your
ambrosia offerings
go down so well,
no need for milk;
only dilemma,
lick frosting
initially, cake first, or
advance on both immediately.

breakfast for grownups

2008-02-27T07:13:00.000-08:00

breakfast for grownups

no bread
in the house, so
maybe i will drizzle some
honey on my finger, then lick
the spoon.

not in stockholm...

2008-02-25T15:16:00.000-08:00

not in stockholm

just because you're
on another continent,
away from us you are not.
not oceans,
not hours time difference
apart.

singing love,
awaiting
rapidly updated blog
and reminding you that
home is simply where you take us.

(for the best woman ever)

on arrival

2008-02-24T05:39:00.000-08:00

on arrival

it is cold in bed
when you are not preheating
blankets to perfect.

(welcome home, knucklehead)

injury time: parker place

2008-02-23T06:11:00.001-08:00

parker place

this thoroughfare
may seem like another
street
to you,
but my heart sings
impossible riffs
over gershwin tunes
every time i'm on it.
a street
where even parking here
get me dizzy,
blessed by truck driver monks
and birds
that never stop singing,
never fly south for the winter,
never stop spectacles
that leave my body clamoring for more,
never stop making new songs
of things you think you've heard before,
or
creating original moments
in places you've just arrived.

This is Bird's street.
and I'm going to make music
every time I'm there.

surefire signs I just played my saxophone

2008-02-22T23:00:00.001-08:00

surefire signs I just played my saxophone

1
ears, rapt attention,
yearn for hot breath to linger,
melody's return

2
happy
blood metronome
playing tight beats through veins
and arteries, so my body
can dance.

3
my fingers tingle,
jittery, moving like they
do not want to stop.

4
songs are
fighting with one
another to remain
inside my head for a little
longer.

5
i replay riffs in
my mind, recall best moments
and reside in them.

6
the ridge
on my bottom
lip is my favorite
reminder. my tongue lingers.
i smile.

injury time: nycrostic 1

2008-02-22T22:49:00.000-08:00

New feature. Combining my loves of acrostic and my favorite spots in the city.

true, the
hot chocolate is
ecstasy,
clinging to every
individual
taste bud for
years, it seems
Bliss is
available,
kissing its way through
esophagus,
rolling, ever slowly, though
your soul.

(hey new york: you've got 6 days of their hot chocolate festival left. check it out!)

anticipation: 5

2008-02-22T08:44:00.000-08:00

anticipation: 5

the windows
become tvs
without bunny ears.
i'm smaller,
and the world
is huge,
carpeted in white,
and just waiting
for me
to leave
footprints.

so eager
to find
angels
on the ground
and candy
falling from the sky.

i remember
knocking on the door
to pull you out to play.
I wonder
how different it is from before
but hope to see it someday.

tv windows
are on the fritz.
i smile
and already
feel red cheeks
and
taste
hot cocoa.

injury time: haiku for backbeat

2008-02-21T14:51:00.001-08:00

haiku for backbeat

hey, what time is it?
strange, because, you know, i
always know the time.

aural triolet

2008-02-21T09:46:00.000-08:00

aural triolet

music expresses things words cannot say
filling diction's enormous gaps
that materialize over years, weeks, a day,
music expresses things words cannot say
it can kiss, laugh, shock and play,
spread ideas and redraw maps
music expresses things words cannot say
filling diction's enormous gaps

shadows

2008-02-20T16:42:00.000-08:00

shadows

i watch for shadows
like i wait for light. sun sets,
night illuminates

eclipse

2008-02-20T16:02:00.000-08:00

eclipse

I thought
you are not to
look at eclipses, they
will blind; but i love to see your
shadow.

Mama Africa

2008-02-19T11:36:00.000-08:00

Mama Africa

Crade of Life,
Your features were not
meant to be
discerned
by manmade borders,

but we have stained you.

you nourished us,
and we thanked you
by trying to fertilize your sand
with too much iron.

we've taken so much from you,
and we can never pay it back.

spit-take in the kitchen

2008-02-19T11:02:00.000-08:00

spit-take in the kitchen

it's hard
to cleanse your
palate when laughing so
much and wanting to drink it all
right now.

injury time: Tanka for Tempura

2008-02-16T17:11:00.001-08:00

Tanka for Tempura

normally, i crave
barbeque. now, no veggie
kindness necessary.
yet i find myself yearning
for maki, tempura. Odd.

hope springs eternal

2008-02-16T16:15:00.000-08:00

Hope Springs Eternal

i could make a believer
out of any cynic,
make them forget stories
shouted from newspapers

with whispers
of true greatness.

Forgetting everything
when you step through the gate

and see that gem too gorgeous
to be called
a diamond
before you.

treebranch basepaths framing
leavesofgrass infield enveloping
pupil pitchersmound.

her beauty lies both within
and without the lines,

and every time you see her,
you may well see perfection.

in bourbonum veritas

2008-02-14T21:47:00.000-08:00

in bourbonum veritas

Admiring you from afar,
noticing your sleek curvature,
clothed in labels not too ostentacious
but complimentary.

a closer look, and the hues inside
call out to me.

we go home, communicate

you warm to my touch
as we breathe together

i begin to drink you in.

you explode into my mouth.

all the burn
the bitterness
the warmth
and the sweetness

I hold you there, right there.
i hold that instant

I let it all wash over me.

I submerge myself in you,

your depth, your flavor, your soul.

I can almost taste how you aged,
where you came from
in this sweet embrace.

I can feel the journey
from youth to maturity,
before you were poured into
this lovely vessel you inhabit now.

I take you in. All of you.

burn and warmth.
bitter and sweet
the wisdom of your years.

I take you all the way in,
and my body from hair to toes
rejoices that you're here.

injury time: Cinquain for Valentine

2008-02-14T16:46:00.000-08:00

Cinquain for Valentine

I wish
St. Valentine
could see how his day is
being celebrated right now.
He'd plotz.

deprivation

2008-02-13T23:56:00.001-08:00

deprivation

stringing together
nine sleep hours is no reason
to wake me up now.

and now, a note from mgt: st valentine's revenge...

2008-02-13T23:14:00.000-08:00

hey all, so while I don't want to post it here (because, well, it's not a new poem), I've decided I'm going to put an ole fav of mine for this time of year over at The Riot Act. Ecce, the 2005 version of St. Valentine's Revenge. Unfortunately, the spacing/line breaks don't really seem to translate into blogger, but that's okay. a few thoughts on love for you to enjoy.

updated: the punkasaurus asks, and she receives. An even older classic, "Neighbors Make Great Lovers"

enjoy!
RtothaK

sweet tooth

2008-02-13T20:27:00.000-08:00

sweet tooth

dreams
like honey on
my lips, waiting to be
licked away but refusing
to budge.

injury time: water and stone

2008-02-12T14:47:00.000-08:00

water and stone

Not made of stone, so
water will not whittle me
down. I will flow on.

the sinus stomp.

2008-02-12T14:37:00.000-08:00

the sinus stomp

ailing while i sleep
ailing while awake
my coughing isn't bad
but it's far worse than fake

you listen really hard
and you'll hear it late at night
kindred spirits throw down advils
to stage a tougher fight,

although i prefer tylenol
my tummy likes it better
resigned to a night of
reading tissues by the letter

end? what end?
this will stretch beyond my days
now the only task before me:
change my sinuses weakened ways.

new day haiku

2008-02-12T14:24:00.000-08:00

new day haiku

stubby, transvestite
skeleton, wisely notes that
no dream is simple.

(thanks in part to the students of New Day Academy!)

injury time: Flash Blizzard

2008-02-10T12:55:00.000-08:00

Flash Blizzard

They will call it
a storm
out of nowhere.
the intensity, the
power,
the beauty, why,
it was sunny with

nary

a spot in the sky.

but they forget
that the clouds were
set in motion
ages ago,

low and high pressure systems
brought on by reactions
to gulf stream and sun
made these moments
inevitable,

and as the clouds
reach out
to blanket the city in soft white,

I didn't see it coming

but I rush to envelop myself
all the same.

injury time: moxie

2008-02-10T08:44:00.001-08:00

Moxie

Wish I
had in eighth grade
what I have now. Never
moved like that, danced so
joyfully.

anticipation: 4

2008-02-10T08:37:00.000-08:00

anticipation: 4

fitting hand in glove
flexing together
becoming one single minded entity
awaiting the arrival
and pop in the pocket
that remind us
Opening Day
is coming soon.

anticipation: 3

2008-02-09T11:56:00.000-08:00

anticipation: 3

winter's hellogoodbye
leaves me imagining buds
already on trees,

bulbs peeking,
inching out, wondering if the
the coast is clear,

sneaking up behind
before tapping on shoulder and
exploding into blossom

the leaves of my etrog tree
stare out the window longingly,
wondering how long it will be
before they have company.

Cyclone

2008-02-08T15:49:00.000-08:00

Cyclone

Others may tower over you,
may think they have the newest
twists and turns.

they may feature
popular cartoon characters
or impressive names

but you, Queen of New York,
from Flatbush to Riverside,
from the Concourse to Astoria Boulevard,

all of the boroughs
whispers legends of your greatness
patiently yearning for April
and another season with you.

sun kissed

2008-02-07T22:21:00.000-08:00

sun kissed

radiating the color of the star
that fed it,
so many physical aspects
of its exterior to explore,
rough meets smooth meets
extra fruit,
the perfect combination of eye drawing
and
protection.

but don't get caught up.
as radiant and tactile
as the outside may be
the real sweetness is
beyond skin and pulp.

Injury Time: Grant's Tomb

2008-02-06T20:36:00.000-08:00

Grant's Tomb

Overlooking the
Hudson, bathed in sunsets
and Riverside bells,
I would gladly take it as
a place for eternity

in petulans, veritas

2008-02-06T09:00:00.000-08:00

child sees opulence
shouts at poor parents NOT FAIR!
you know what? he's right.

Sidelines

2008-02-05T16:54:00.000-08:00

Sidelines

super
battles of today
are hard to watch when
i have rushed to fight them for so
long

(author's note: hey New York, you still have an hour to vote in the primary!)