Showing posts with label Poem 20. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem 20. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

TEN

In a rented car with my whole family
on the interminable ride from El Paso to Alamogordo
I mixed up the words organism and orgasm.

Though I never heard their conversations, I knew
my parents whispered to each other, "Your parents
are getting too old to live on their own."

Still, that year, like every other year
Grandpa took us up into the prickly mountains
to hunt stones in the arroyo and drive the tractor.

He still leaned in close to build a fire
for hot dogs and hamburgers
the flames licking his trembling arms.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Nothing like true cold
In the Mexican aisle,
In the bulk aisle.

She’s pawing yogurt
And now it’s known:
Food is hallucinatory.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Two

It is hard to imagine only two
with legs of chairs
or bobby pins.

Raindrops, Leaves, Poems

Moments, Skin, Light
Words, Kisses, Breakfasts
Dust, Junk Mail, Teacups
Old Shoes, Dads, Blood Cells
Billions and Billions of Them
Piled Up
Meaning Nothing
Meaning Everything



"I believe in everything; nothing is sacred
I believe in nothing; everything is sacred."
-Tom Robbins

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

one

we are of the same mind
it was that good
it is clear as mom's best Swarovski why
the sparkling, glittering stars
the burning sign of fire
a breadth of knowledge, intellect
a flurry of stimulus
wild, lusty, totally fantastic
eternal optimists
philosophical, social
head over hearts
giggles in between
passionate, super, normal and natural
sensations like never before
pleasing beyond expectations
plethora of surprises
told it would be dangerous
never mentioned euphoric
should have been forewarned

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The Possibility of Belief

Everyone says
"Thank you for making this etc possible."
In which case "possible" means "it already happened."
Isn't that weird?