Friday, January 31, 2014


Like a mayfly, he would take
a day to live and die
but it would be enough.

The trillion-twenty-three synaptic
flashes which would zap him
through this spree would

so fill up his first and last capacity
for sense and sensibility –
the fluff and tender rough

of it -- he’d know as much
as he would have to know.
Then he would go.


Thursday, January 30, 2014

Delicate Approach

Tell it that you’re coming?
Reach a finger out?
See if it will come to you?

Delicate approach --
courting a reproach.


Something Like Nuclear Fission

Poems are about themselves.
They leave whatever
you perceive yourself to be

on all your closet shelves
to shoot out to explore
far wider realms than puny you.

If this overwhelms,
remember that’s their mission.
Something like nuclear fission.