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Pride and Prej

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

It’s a truth universally acknowledged
that a single man needs a honey,
especially if said man is rich.

But he must be worth more
than the sum of his money;
and she must not be a bitch.

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To Avert Calamity

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Someone needs to unthrone this jackalope
but quick! Already tinier beasts gather
in the woods, under cover of the news,
to appoint themselves a-this or that. I say.
Back in our day, if a large, unwieldy
sales-monster came lumbering through the yard
we knew why Mama kept a broom
by the front door and where Papa kept his gun;
yet this, our civilized horde of likeminded
so-and-so’s, can’t seem to raise its sight
to the King Harlequin that’s taking it
from behind, and maybe that’s why! No good
angle on the beast while it huffs. No
clean shot at it. Already smaller offspring
(are they offspring?) fall from its pouch
like alien spawn, their eyes opening
wide upon the sunlit greens of our Fair Capital
their wet and tender loins unfurling,
drooping to the sod, ker-plunk.
I know the midnight meetings well enough,
my friends; I’ve been to them before.
I know what they decide at them,
and it isn’t right. Someone needs to get
the feathers and hot tar and send this P.O.S.
back to Vegas or wherever his glittering
suit will be at home, to man whatever sideshow
he’s best at barking for, draw them in:
Draw those patrons in, not these. Not us.
This ain’t a lowdown show of barbarousness.

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“Evening at the Bistro”

Monday, January 30, 2017

Well what did you think love was,
a still from some Cubist film
shot through w/gold leaf and glitter
? In which you and he are the tilt
of a hat, curls of smoke in a beam
of light and a whispered “Love
u” somewhere in the air,
lips barely touching lips
, fixed forever, or affixed—

by your unwillingness
to let go of that moment, because
love must not be allowed to lapse,
or rather, it is only that which has
lapsed, and therein lies its awfulness?
So it can only be the one glance.
Are you dead? Have such loves
pinned you to your past?

What did you think love was,
“that which by definition cannot last,”
or maybe “that which I know but
can’t resist” ? For his part he can say
you were beautiful in your changes
and in your stillness, a woman complete
in sorrow and in the way her eyes
stare, for his part he tells me
you were not a moment but the
dynamic of the work, its ongoingness.

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These Days

Monday, January 30, 2017

Jackson’s original is better than Nico’s cover.

These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
For you
And all the times I had the chance to

Never Forget

Friday, January 27, 2017

images

God, Jean

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

What were you thinking?
All those diplomats
and their hats.

Could you have bargained
our futures away
with less fanfare

or amplified manifold
dumpster-diving
marathons with fewer

guy fridays on the scene
scribbling gibberish
in Moleskines?

It’s the pics I object to:
The pics and the docs.
The docs and the links.

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Subtext 

Friday, January 20, 2017

Perhaps

Friday, January 13, 2017

Perhaps we’ll stroll
our peaceful park
for all or part
of a late morning—

to the ballfields
or around the pond
where people paddle
(possibly lovers),

and bring a book—
or perhaps not.
Perhaps we’ll nosh
brunch in some Nook.

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Fairies (2006)

Monday, January 9, 2017

My daughter says, “Daddy,
is there such a thing
as answering machines?”
“Yes, darling,” I say.
“If I had one,” she says,
“I would ask it if there’s
such a thing as fairies.”

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Confessions of a True Bohemian

Thursday, January 5, 2017

I could look at coffee
and sip art and walk
around jazz shows

and listen to city
streets for hours and
never get tired of it

and that’s not because
I’m special or was
born in privilege but

because I am the most
boring person I know
having been raised

by dullards and having
worked at Dillards
for the better part

of my adult life and
by better I mean not
superior but larger

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