Wednesday, October 10, 2012

5-Minute Poem for Gregory Crosby


He is a “man
of substance”
they say but what
ichor, sluice,
& bitumen,
Trammeled, pilloried
slicks of …


something un
toward, master
of no art,

holder, to some
degree, a handy
bit o’ something
human. Sounds
so dirty.

We have an inter
section, a vow I’ll meet
you at the second
staple, buried head-
down in the fold.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Another Five-Minute Poem

Here's another Five-Minute Poem, written for my friend, Jess H. I met Jess about 15 years ago. We were fast friends for several months. Then we had a falling out of sorts, a falling out that neither of us really remembers. Details are foggy and undetailed. No matter. We've recently reconnected. She's a single mom living in Memphis, and she sent me some Memphis coffee beans. I sent her this poem.

The South (ern California girl) Remembers

You are not a memory
but the realization

of a lapse some century
in the making, a bottle-
red explosion,

like a Chinese finger
trap, my song-filled trial
& error come back to haunt.

Some field makes a BBQ pit
you standing next & over
a page behind the stand-still.

Your child is crawling inside
the television not to escape
but to find a place to sit.

The world sings a fine motion
without words, smoke rings
making haloes around

the people over there, everyday
messengers who dress like us.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Collaborative Poem

This is a poem Joe Massey and I wrote. I've known Joe since 2005 or so, and he's become my best friend in poetry. Not the poetry world, not po-biz, not academia, but just my best friend in poetry. Anyway, up until last night, we'd never collaborated on anything before. So now we have. It's here.