there’s never
a poet around
when your
stanzas are
leaking; learn
to do it your-
self with tape
& spackle with
this handy book
for only $17.99
2022-12-16
forgive me the dirt
the ink beneath so
many pages laced
in lead I owe pulp
mills an inheritance
of words left & yet
strands, strings
stretch across alleys
rain-wet & trodden
by feet soot-shod
in cacklejack bookfires
2022-12-15
board of trustrees
every oak an
incorporation
of light
2022-12-14
clout
is like your belly
button: you are
either in or you
are out but no
one gives a damn
except during sex
& even then it’s
a nice accessory
to have to prove
you’re human so
don’t make a fuss
unless you want
us to know you’re
nakedly insecure
2022-12-13
the snake
my father stomped &
ground the copper-
head’s head beneath
his heel & flicked his
cigarette into the creek–
I fought a bass with
knotted line & reel
until my fingers bled;
the hook embedded
deep within its throat
to where I had to reach
through trembling gills
to pluck & retrieve the
plastic bait & all the while
my father’s heel pushed
bone & flesh to oozy slush
while the snake writhed &
limped toward death
I was ten or maybe
twelve & impressed
by how casual it was
to grind a life to dust
& light another smoke
& watch a son catch his
first fish all on his own
& walk away from what
he’d done without a
glimpse back or doubt
about the rightness
of it all; the snake
was just a snaky thing
doing what it must;
my father & I broke
its trust of creeks
& frogs & easy
meals before
its head was crushed
& still I think about
the fish, the creek,
my father on that day
so young & self-assured
& unaware of years to
come, the jobs to lose,
what the bottles held
how his children fled
& wives both left–
what I remember is
the sun, his cheeks,
the cigarettes, his grin
as the snake turned
silent in the heat
2022-12-12
goose politics
wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk
wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk
wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk
wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk
wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk
wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk
wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk
wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk
wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk
wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk
wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk
wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk
wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk
2022-12-11
how to appreciate poetry
It helps if your heart’s been broken at least three times. Get plowed over by dumb luck. Get drunk on moonlight. Or sunlight. Or gin. Watch a child try. And fail. Teach a house to suffer. Show an owl how to tie its shoes. Invent a language only you and your dog understand. Sharpen a thousand pencils; use the shavings to make new pencils. Hold the poem’s page to your ear & listen. The words are no more silent than the lungs of the dead.