Deaf

Vying for space with no mud
slap down a micro fiber sleeping bag
very well, mash it into the ground
ponder a long adulthood of 30 years
lounge with campers who can't hear
a chunk a nobel peace prize around my neck
max out the philanthropy ye hopeful
instead of a ski trip, a cancun spring break
a holiday
this is mine

come to fruition oh butcher of leeches
oh child of hurtful exclusion
we mused over the error of assuming dull wit
biking through the forests they move
with nite gloss, their eyes sharper
only 4 senses

watch out for that tree,
Chief Muhammad Algonquin of the Knoll
i am your valet for these weeks
let your bony child's hands
hem the holes in my heart

Survive for Eve

Jug tips back
as cowboy's thirst burns
many spasms roll through body
lips zap with touch of liquid

path and thoughts were guided
by opinionated sergeant's corpse
unknowingly vex the path ahead
with nostalgic wistful inattention
to ascension through the canyon
while he thinks only of
his pin-up, Eve Chrysler
imagines they meet at brunch
the ok corral is just as distant

innumerable miles away
she lies unbuttoned

Oct. 29, 09

Tax

Accidents happen

Formalities

I wasn’t trying to avoid using a singular pronoun
“they” denotes more than one

Ethnic Fusion

Grace halted there, blinking, taking in her newest marketing creation. The sign read, “Don’t stop now, we’re on our way!” and featured two toddlers with building blocks and wide smiles on their slightly olive skinned faces. She admired the interchangeable facial features, the soft roundness of both noses; only the little girl’s eyes slanted slightly more than the boy’s. Grace regained her momentum and noticed her own tan skin and similar features for a brief second in a slanted shop window and slowed her step for another glance. As she reached her front steps she stooped for the plastic wrapped Laudermiami Free Press. She was proud to live in the city named to commemorate the start of her movement even though Fort Lauderdale and Miami no longer existed as habitable places. Since the climate had fluctuated, she no longer minded the East Michigan weather and how appropriate to live in her great-great-great-grandmother, Edi’s city since she was the first pioneer of Ethnic Fusion. Grace kept a framed copy of the famed Detroit Free Press article on her bedside table, Edi’s extremely pale face smiling back at her under the caption, “No Race is a Good Race.”
Grace had studied the 1980s, she knew how radical Edi’s ideas had seemed, how extremist, contrived. Little did Edi know that one day Southern Florida would naturally meld and that the rest of the country would slowly follow with or without her plight or the persecution that followed. Grace had reached her apartment while she was reminiscing.










Year 2136

Nick's Kitty Poem

There once was a kitty
who hated puddles
But when he saw his mommy
he loved her cuddles
He loved them so much
he spent hours on her belly
This goofy little dude
is named Martelli

Rich enough

Do those who are rich enough bring a photographer
On their honeymoon? It is difficult to always
Take pictures of only one person or flag down an
Innocent 3rd party, makeshift photographer.

I guess most people who are rich enough
To bring them along get them for free – paparazzi.