purposes

and in this brute entanglement
meaning and intent combine
forms are traced in surfaces
this is what our purpose is
this is what our purpose is
and nothing lives, outside this time
except what brings us back to this -
this is what our purpose is

this is what our purpose is:
one above and one beneath
switching places breath to breath
fully you, and me, and yes

Tiresias Rex

In the Kingdom of Now
the prophet is king.
The people can't see what the future will bring,
so his cryptic highness sits
quite high,
on his throne.
You can look at him askance,
just don't grumble or moan.

in one smooth motion

My brain, in the state it's in,
could do jumping jacks or run laps
- anything but think. But you, girl -
with the head on you, well
your shoulders can't keep up
with the theories you prove

just by painting motion pink
with a shimmy or two

doom hotel

let's check into the doom hotel

where fate has turned the cold sheets down
and destiny leaves pillow mints

I love this place
let's live here, now

straight ways

you and me make straight ways together
without even trying. I don't want even one
single other person in the world like you.

one look at you,
laughing

life seems too easy already.

meaning the slip

failure to communicate
words give meaning the slip
tripping after each other, each
apology tailing its unsuspecting mark
from two or three cars back - by the time
it pulls up to where it's going, there's going
to be an ambush. Well, that was the plan

hollow

hand and soul make note and feel, a tool
is just a wheel with spokes. The human voice
is what makes words. Without it, words
are riddles,

jokes

"Used to Be Mine"

If only I could just convince you
to take the good forget the bad
to overlook what you already knew
I'm so good at that
If I just had those tools to work with
to put perspective in your eyes
it'd change your view on what's right in front of you
if you had ever left me behind

ooh if only you used to be mine
ooh if only you used to be mine
oh, I know I could get you back
without even half trying

but I've only just clapped eyes on you
a standing ovation! whistle, applaud
I know if you gave me a first and second chance
you'd come back again for third and fourth
but how do I get that hook across to you?
to keep you coming back, no matter how wrong
my mouth is at a loss to introduce
all the things you would look back fondly on

ooh if only you used to be mine
ooh if only you used to be mine
oh, I know I could get you back
without even half trying

and if I love you

if I love you
can you make me say
I love you? will you drag it out
of me, with conditions, situations,
wrangles, or you could just ask. I mean generally,
I'm going to be the one to say it first. But
if you say it first, do I win? And wait, though: What if
I don't love you?
And then - you say "I love you..."?
Will I say, awkwardly
- awkwardly, after a pause - will I say
"awkwardly...?" Not literally "awkwardly" I suppose,
I wouldn't say literally: "Awkwardly." but
no matter what I say there, it will probably be
awkwardly. Awkwardly, or
words to that effect. "Awkwardly"
is a word to a very specific effect, one
that other words would have a hard time getting to. By
whatever means words get to their effects, "awkwardly"
has a leg up on its. Partly it's

that bunched-up
doubleyou-kay-doubleyou
packed in there!
Like an impacted wisdom
tooth, or like the words
"I love you"

which - despite all our best
probing and pinching,
aren't showing up on the x-rays.

miss

I miss you like a freight train
I miss you like a wheel in the sky
it must have been thrown by a giant's hand
how did it get there?
'cause I miss you so much!

I miss you like a falling star
I miss you like a crack in the world
sometime I think I'm going to fall in and die
what's gonna stop me?
'cause I miss you so much!

5 7 6 damn

I do so love hai
ku. Especially the coun
ting on fingers part

novel twist

Aw, I can't top that.
I can't understand it, but
it's perfect! And sad.

Bittersweet, I mean.
The turn at the end - what a
neat disappointment!

doom haiku

"doom", "fate", "destiny"
these words all mark you for me
haiku rhymes just fine

propose

if you and I wed -
can we please write our own vows?
in form of haiku

"not a koan"

My love for you is not a koan
take it on the face of it
take it from the other side
take it from the front or back
take it in and ponder it
take it hot and take it warm
take it 'til you're sick of it, and I
will meditate on form

pending

the end,
depending
pendulous
suspends above each one of us
compendium of future course
a pendulum, swung hard, with force
grows bigger with each passing year
its fruit's sweet flesh
hides bitter seeds
the branch bends down
the fruit's weight grows
the stem will snap

eventually

-pour-

It's raining like a motherfucker. Reality has sprung a leak in its ceiling and the roof is letting us hear it. An earful of water all night, until sleep washes in and you can bet you will dream of waves.

can't reach

you can't reach me from where you are
except you do,
and have

you can't
save my life in any way, from where you are, except
you do - you have.

And what would I do?
without you
without you
without you, is the only way I ever face
my day

and you can't reach me from where you are
except
you do.

I have a sudden
sick thrill of fear - like the man you whirl to face,
solid, silent, standing in the room at the corner of your eye -
I suddenly realize that you could be
more
here
where I am

than you are
where you are

full

the last of the glass, tips
falls

with not enough in
to spill.

I'd be more than willing to pick it up,
swing my hand over and in
to save a crash -
but so fun after all of this
and that,
to just watch.
Watch it roll. Hear the wide, hollow sound
of glass, singing in its empty belly
a song of wood.

This high table where we both once sat and shared exactly this

I am full
of very good wine, and finally
empty
of you.

I was one

I was one of four
possible people waiting outside
for you to show. You didn't
seem as though you were going to be
a very good bet

"The Worst Mistake of Your Life" (earlier draft, since revised)

When you're looking back at the end of time,
and it's passing in front of you line by line,
and you're figuring out where it all went wrong
- will your finger stop on the day you're born?
No of course not, we know that won't be the case.
We can all catalog all our worst mistakes.
But when you tally up your account of tears -
please don't leave out this moment right here

'cause you're one step away from the worst mistake of your life.
It's never too late for the worst mistake of your life

You're spending your life in a hundred ways.
You've been getting ahead of yourself for days,
and it's going to catch up to you soon or late
- it will circle round, like the hand of fate.
You will look back behind you and turn to stone,
see the risk that you're taking may be your own
and each painful decision you make so fast
- you're so sure that it should be the last!

...but you're one step away from the worst mistake of your life.
It's never too late for the worst mistake of your life.

It should be amazing, this life you hold.
Through the walls and the windows of heart and soul,
you can still catch a glimpse of familiar space
in the dawning light on a stranger's face
- but you pick at your life like a locked door
and you may not be right, but at least you're sure
'cause you always have some kind of map around
but you don't know your upside from down.

And you're one step away from the worst mistake of your life
It's never too late for the worst mistake of your life

If only the gods got involved.

If only the gods got involved.
you know that they could have
prevented so much war, rape,
destruction in their name -
or maybe that was their involvement.
Their game. Leave people to speak
in their name: and what follows
while conscience lies fallow
and love, tamed to duty, sighs
as it lifts the knife. Gods,
you love drama, tragedy; immortal,
it is all comedy to you. The wisdom
of gods is to know our worth.
We are good

for a laugh, it's true.

"Be No Revolution"

Well hey, have you opened your eyes? Can't you see what's going down? The world's in a state of affairs between the capital kings and clowns and you know, they're all gonna get theirs (either way, as they saying goes) but between them, you know one thing: you're fucked might as well just start shedding clothes Well here's the big time big-wig-pig mother fucker he's rigged all the jury-rigged trials, motherfucker he's so deep in you gotta smile, motherfucker - and I could introduce you now, motherfucker! He's given up sexism, racism, isn't that nice? (he confides there's no money in it) well, we don't need to make money anymore either we just gotta move it around! And there'll be! No! Revolution, coming down or we could be the first ones up against the wall aw, but they'll Be! No! Revolution, coming now So you and me will have to settle for status quo, oh And we'll be stepping out in proud style, motherfucker as people gather round for miles, motherfucker to lap it up - what the fuck we put down whatever we decide to call it now! 'Cause communism's just another word for big livin' c'mon, join the party baby all is forgiven except you might have to wait out on line it forms to the left and the right, this time! And there'll be! No! Revolution, coming down or we could be the first ones up against the wall aw, but they'll Be! No! Revolution, coming now So you and me will have to settle for status quo, oh Well one, two three four five six seven eight nine ten... ... ... ... eleven how many billion people can we fit? before the fat latitude pants seams split? we've given up hatred, and discrimination just want to show the world how fast we can take 'em as long as we can keep all our money and jobs - believe what you like! All you ignorant slobs! There'll be! No! Revolution, coming down or we could be the first ones up against the wall aw, but they'll Be! No! Revolution, coming now So you and me will have to settle for status quo, oh Well, hey. Have you opened your eyes? Can't you see what's going down? The world's in a state of affairs between the radical kings and clowns and you know that we're going to get ours - either way, as the saying goes but between them, you know one thing: you're fucked. Might as well just start shedding clothes

"drink"

DRINK!
consume
imbibe
your fill
your fill
will never come
until: you down
enough
to drown out
all - entire, whole,
the memory of
what once
was quite enough
to fill your soul.

bird flown home

bird flown home and
gathered in

a flock of strays
all different feathers
rushed embrace

all beaks and wings
of different lengths

"where have you been?
so good

you're back

You're home again"

with one cocked eye
intent, intense
bird checks the sky,
the clouds, the wind,
decodes, decides:

"I'm home again,"

of the end

Listen:

the beginning of the end came
and we were not ready.

The middle of the end
progressed,
and we did not recognize it

for what it was. Then

the end of the end came.

We didn't notice it at all

creation myth

I wouldn't have given a tinker's damn
for this soul that you fished
from the trash and saved.

Somehow you made me an equal part
of a life that you wholly gave.

There wasn't a world at all
on this earth,
before you came,
before you stayed.

hey

Heaven will have to work hard to live up
to some of the days
we've made.

the poem to make you feel bad about bums

"open and shut"

I am made out of something
most people can't see
they tell themselves one thing
and step over me
my cardboard sign hangs
at a despondent angle from my hands
I've kind of given up on it
as a strategy.
I was a once a kid
mom said big plans
bright-eyed
the future lied
but it keeps coming forward anyway
for me
stepping right up towards me,
as if I don't know what it holds! - and
stepping over

the future wears the suit
and carries the case
I always pictured me having,
never knowing what for -
I'd slide casually behind
some hardwood desk, swing
the case up, slap
it down, spin it
around, snap
it open

now shut.

pervade

this house is full
of you.
and no,
you've never even visited
but everywhere I look
my heart
has overflowed with what
you put in it
exhibited
on tables, walls
and beds,
all over floors.
I step in it
with every step
I take
I need to go
this place is yours.

shushi haiku #2

sushi burps: not as
satisfying as other
burps. Fish-y rice-y