Watchful, weary
Uphold your hold on novelty
Two weeks to know me,
Two moments to forget
Where you wear me, aware
Of the lack of commitment necessary
Flailing, keep from failing
Bad days good nights another
Solitary lunch
Poetry on napkins
Bypass passive hesitation by
Ordering another
Repeat receipts for familiar faces
Digital memories of each
Leave the landmarks
And leave my mark
April 30, 2002
Tuesday, April 30, 2002
Sunday, April 28, 2002
Faithfully Intoxicated
Amid mastodon faith
I shirk fully comprehending my duty
Where I walk more cautiously,
I have stumbled
Cower beneath thundering, righteous
Hooves with integrity
And attempt to awaken
I observe through calloused pupils
Like the bulbous bottom of a beer schooner
Your pressures, your strengths
Shudder from the painfully vivid
Reality we endure without intoxication
Drumming my finger tips on your skull
Maybe you’ll also wake
April 28, 2002
I shirk fully comprehending my duty
Where I walk more cautiously,
I have stumbled
Cower beneath thundering, righteous
Hooves with integrity
And attempt to awaken
I observe through calloused pupils
Like the bulbous bottom of a beer schooner
Your pressures, your strengths
Shudder from the painfully vivid
Reality we endure without intoxication
Drumming my finger tips on your skull
Maybe you’ll also wake
April 28, 2002
Tuesday, April 23, 2002
Beside Me
Masterpiece of emotion, genius
Of the soul
Wishing for circumstance within
My control
Memories rudely ingrained
More painful
Because of content or situation current?
Torrents
Fall above
Whetting your absence on my mind
Unborn journeys, winds of remembering
Emerson’s folly says give all to love
If my solemn wish puts you
Beside me,
I appreciate his contribution
April 23, 2002
Of the soul
Wishing for circumstance within
My control
Memories rudely ingrained
More painful
Because of content or situation current?
Torrents
Fall above
Whetting your absence on my mind
Unborn journeys, winds of remembering
Emerson’s folly says give all to love
If my solemn wish puts you
Beside me,
I appreciate his contribution
April 23, 2002
Monday, April 15, 2002
Vicariously, Politically Incorrect
During the football games these men are doing other things
Which they deem more important because they
Have no choice
Or because they feel trapped in a routine
Or they can’t face their lives
Without self medicating
Poverty, low self esteem, broken soul
Negros and the night watchman are more similar in their shame they
Have no choice
Polacks may be alcoholics or nursing away problems, or a hard day at work
They may be the most “ashamed”
These men are proud in both senses of the word
Proud of their sons
Proud men—marked by constraining or exacting self-respect
Irony
Because these men provide for their families
They can’t be with their families
Why is the Pollack not with his wife
Or his son’s football game?
Dreams of the heroes they wish
They were to their families
Dreaming of the heroes they want their sons
To be
In the football game
Living vicariously through their sons
Who have freedom and valor
And possibility and opportunity
The sons’ power and determination—beauty of soul—contrasts the father’s
hopelessness and shame
The night watchman is ruptured, his soul has been crushed,
His pride and hope have burst and drained out of him
Over many years
Women are starved not for food, which their hardworking husbands provide,
But for companionship, “love”
Beautiful lines
No one thinks their activities or professions
Are heroic and no one, not even their families
Respect or thank them
This absence of gratitude is like
Those winter Sundays
Even though the workers families probably appreciate the hard work the fathers
expound
They don’t acknowledge
Just as the son whose father warms
The house for him every morning.
Aug. 15, 2002
Which they deem more important because they
Have no choice
Or because they feel trapped in a routine
Or they can’t face their lives
Without self medicating
Poverty, low self esteem, broken soul
Negros and the night watchman are more similar in their shame they
Have no choice
Polacks may be alcoholics or nursing away problems, or a hard day at work
They may be the most “ashamed”
These men are proud in both senses of the word
Proud of their sons
Proud men—marked by constraining or exacting self-respect
Irony
Because these men provide for their families
They can’t be with their families
Why is the Pollack not with his wife
Or his son’s football game?
Dreams of the heroes they wish
They were to their families
Dreaming of the heroes they want their sons
To be
In the football game
Living vicariously through their sons
Who have freedom and valor
And possibility and opportunity
The sons’ power and determination—beauty of soul—contrasts the father’s
hopelessness and shame
The night watchman is ruptured, his soul has been crushed,
His pride and hope have burst and drained out of him
Over many years
Women are starved not for food, which their hardworking husbands provide,
But for companionship, “love”
Beautiful lines
No one thinks their activities or professions
Are heroic and no one, not even their families
Respect or thank them
This absence of gratitude is like
Those winter Sundays
Even though the workers families probably appreciate the hard work the fathers
expound
They don’t acknowledge
Just as the son whose father warms
The house for him every morning.
Aug. 15, 2002
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