RECURRING DREAM
Trapped in a theater
watching Groundhog Day
Monthly Archives: March 2002
BLIND ROOSTER
BLIND ROOSTER
Afraid of missing daybreak
crows all night
SLEEP
SLEEP
I dreamed I had insomnia
and woke to find I wasn’t sleeping
THE AUTOCRAT HAS A STROKE
THE AUTOCRAT HAS A STROKE
No longer able to make things happen
he still retains the power to stop them
SALT LAKE CITY
SALT LAKE CITY
On silver blades
they turn a country gold
sacred alchemy
LYSISTRADA
LYSISTRADA
No peace, no piece
RAP
RAP
Brevity is the wit of Soul
THREE STRIKES
THREE STRIKES
My sportswriter friend has Alzheimer’s now
and I wonder what happens
behind that bright brow
When we were kids, he was the guy
who knew each homer and pop fly
and every player’s RBI
Grew up to travel with the pros
what he didn’t know, why nobody knows
And now soggy brained he tromps
through sub sequitorial swamps
the mind once quick as cats
drowning among the stats
SEVEN YEARS
SEVEN YEARS
Lovers and true friends
are mirrors where we see
the better parts of you and me
Death
the mirror breaker
these reflections interrupt
And many there are who choose
to follow the sparkling shards
before the seven years is up
ON THE TRAMPOLINE
ON THE TRAMPOLINE
Alura and I jump till we’re tired
decide my leg is broken in two places
and rest looking up at yellow butterflies
and squirrels playing in the twinning tree
as fall winds rock it toward a winter’s sleep
The young nurse writes prescriptions
lays on healing hands
sprays medicine from an atomizer pen
a few sharp stick injections in the arm
and I am well again