On workdays he’d get up,
worn as the mattress’s springs,
and put on his dad face.
I’d sometimes see him through the cracks
Tag Archives: poems
A Carpenter’s Tools
How many year ago
did the carpenters tools
become useless
to understand the world?
Habitual Bipedalism and Episodal Humanism
Ever since the first grass blades gathered
beneath the feet of wandering birch trees
those little leafs have made us leap and flee;
our hips an Eocene launch toward hazards,
The Bluebird and the Apocalypse
There is an apocalypse in my chest,
and there is a bluebird beating its wings.
The Cynical Ones
We are the cynical age of man
we are the mouth of ridicule,
whispering alone,
Endless Weight
I have gone out into the snow,
braving the winter’s fiery cold,
and searched for rabbit high and low
when frosty mitts refused to hold.
To The Scientific Minded
We adapt and flex as rubber,
because, for us searchers, wonder
finds answers that aren’t writ in stone,
To Be Human
To destroy is to be human,
we’d sell the sun to buy a candle;
Telescope Eyes
Often I think that people are distant
and only look close when viewed from a far;
Each star its own among the crowded streets
and lonely bars; each a beacon that peers
On Flaming Ships in Darkness
On flaming ships in darkness,
the pitch-black of inflating blindness grows boundless on every-side,