THE TEXAS RATTLESNAKE DOES NOT FALTER
IN THE CULTIVATION OF VIRTUE. EACH MOMENT RISES
LIKE A BOTTOM LINE AND DEMANDS OF US A RECKONING
OF OUR CHOICES. DID WE, THIS DAY, DRINK OF EACH MOMENT
AS FROM A BEER CAN WITH THE TOP TORN OFF, DID WE THROW
ON THE AGILITY OF JORTS AND DEFEND THE WEAK
FROM THE TYRANNY OF THOSE RICH MEN AND WOMEN
WHO SHOULD BE STUNNED,
OR WERE WE AGAIN PERPLEXED?
COME UP, COME UP, AND SQUARE THE CIRCLE.
THE SAME THING THAT CAN BE LEARNED FROM A RAINSTORM
CAN BE LEARNED FROM STARING OURSELVES DOWN
AND WONDERING WHAT WOULD STONE COLD DO?
Sorry I was late for work.
I was folding paper
into cranes and drinking orange juice
until the headaches went away.
You know, if you make a thousand birds
the dragon comes and gives you anything.
In the park they have tables
with chess boards built right in.
Not playing chess at all was absolutely soothing.
So much so I breathed
out a cold cloud like a zen master
I was reassured.
On the road to wherever she reads signs
they do not need
but just outside the door,
she peels the last loose hair from his black coat
and he straightens.
We tend. We
tend. Bread is raised
If I’m standing
at your window,
palms flattened as in praise,
I just wanted to see
how warm your fire was.
*This person is not a total stranger. The creepiness of this poem is (I’m fairly certain) fine.
As a kid, I heard and said,
“Take it for granite,” as in
something safe to stand on in
any weather, as in
something that could hold
a phrase forever.
White stone at the quarry turns
the quarry water green
like it’s a deep dish of uncle Franz’s
“champagne deathray” (fizzy
water, chartreuse, and grain).
So much Franz
claims not to remember
but the recipe holds
like chains of nucleatides
or one bone in a tail
hiding beneath the smooth skin
of everyone in the family.
Moonwoke, I wandered
through the kitchen, the wood
cold as wet grass. I’ve never been
to your muggy NOLA,
but here’s a cup
from some Mardi Gras
you went to before going
without me would make sense
as a thing to get sore at.
Four months later,
and I’ve found the sink.
No cool water was worth this.
I have the right to do this surely.
This feels incorrect and I am frightened
of the lie that may be ready
to fall out from under this aplomb,
but above that I am happy,
I think since I’ve decided this.
We’ll see as always, but for now
life is real and I am so