Friday, February 2, 2018

At the Tinkergarten Class

that boils down
to the pure enough

eyeing the girls
scooping mud
in headlong innocent greatness
among the clatter
and the chatter
of the catty city mothers

lone wolf father
proud among the pack
as his girls
school the other children
rule the roost

hands deep in the ground
to let the cool Earth
bathe our good anger

content, for now
to not destroy this world

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Dance of the Frozen Devils

the good marrow
can be ice and snow
as we clutch hands
and brace
against the windy cold

the warmth inside
feels better
with a thawing face
only after such blustery violence
do we find our place

drinking it all in deeply
the close comfort
leaves us sleepy
but we spark again
alive at the freezing source
to dance with fellow devils
as life runs its course

Saturday, December 23, 2017

War Letter from a Long Summer

the hard heat
adds to the thrill
of being alive

stalking scorched streets
with cold-minded eyes
in the kiln
of too many voices

being that exception,
that warrior poet
standing alone,
is enough
to make us smile
in the blaze
of the hateful sun

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Invisible Flame of Misfit Workers

if we can creep
past the wear-down

past thoughts
too hateful
to darken a page

past misery heedless
near needless
for pay
past the clock-worn
we repeat every day

some spark
flints away
in the dark
with plans
nearly hatched
for some progress
to mark

this waking dream
of guiding flame
powers us through
a poisoned mind frame

it is our own darkness
that we fight
in the hellfire struggle
to create
our own light

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Drummer in Madison Square Park

to an endless dialogue
to no one at all
with brilliant rolls
percussion concussion
to make the doldrums die
walking the park to mark
the tail end of summer

joy in the sunshine
as the city
one stolen afternoon
at a time

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Nightlight Over Long Beach Island

our devices
glow like fireflies
and the night sky
pays no mind
it steers the ocean
to pound these shores
not knowing we’re alive

there is no magic formula
waiting to be revealed
no untapped powers
to absorb
only beauty
to let all heal

the secret
is to enjoy this sight,
to let this glory
be your light

so stop searching
for your soul to feed
this truth through beauty
is all you need

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Proud Prayer of the Infidels

in dismissing these myths
embracing the appeal
of the sting of rough earth,
the carnal, the real

proud to be
that blast of cold air
to bring chaos
to the god sellers

and give chase
with that cold mind,
the blue chill
of cold white reason
so feared
and so great