iris

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

dear readers,

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

much love,
mgt.

anniversary

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

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

straight to video

Different trip home
On a different airline
Same shitty movie.

saturday's poem: desolation

desolation

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

friday's poem: understanding you

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

(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

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

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.