Oh, my ten-of-two
All digits yet remain
Waved, bounced, and dragged
Across the open range
Oh, my two-and-ten
Cupped, a tender frame
Extended, put to task
Tempered to the flame
Oh, my two
All digits yet remain
You endure the torment
I’ll endure the pain
How Basketball Saved My Life
I was born in the USA
To a parrot-head banker and a carpenter who
Built my crib from a stack of dusty records.
Tone arm and nails, motion made time
Turned until my crib skipped a twin bed
On a frame of jewel cases.
Someplace between dropped “Licensed to Ill”
Picked up in ‘96 with the music of “Space Jam”
And ten others for a penny.
I heard Tyrone Sneakers jonez like Bugs
And again, and Paul Revere, and again,
On repeat and replaced both with ten others
For a penny. Jonezed like Tyrone.
By the late 90’s bulk CD storage went mobile.
Backpacks, Cars, Lockers, Class Rooms;
It Takes a Thief, though I don’t remember
When I became one. Not even a penny.
In about four iambs a student will begin to learn:
-Because of Tyrone Sneakers he jonezed the drum break.
That those angry highs could be a Cause of Death without
Smoothing them with a fine toothed Blowout Comb;
-Because of Tyrone Sneakers he saw beyond the jonez’.
That the story of life would be told by the dead Gurus;
To move forward with his own I-deas and Abilities;
-Because of Tyrone Sneakers he prayed for vision.
That Pro-Pain, ignited by a Blazing Arrow, smolders the veil
Between us and the apocalyptic backdrop of our Summer Time Pool Parties;
-Because of Tyrone Sneakers he’s perpetual.
That when Queens and Brooklyn battled
Brooklyn sang the Champion’s Requiem.
I have no use today
For the calm tones of nature.
I did not come to the wild
To be handled gently
Or spoken to softly. I came
For the peace in breathless humility
That only appears to a mind
Tasked with living another second.
Bring Wind! Bring Fire!
Bring Earth! Bring Water!
These are the voices
With which I wish to match wits.
She was an incredible author
because her conscience housed
a tremendous collection of lies.
And each lie, as it turned out,
required tremendous imagination.
Along my way
The hyacinths waved
Their legless goodbyes
I once sat on a boulder
But left the lazy pathless rock
After I had rested
When I died
They put flowers on my casket
And sealed me in stone
I’m not supposed to just say that it breaks my heart.
Instead, my job is to express, using crafty syntax
And carefully chosen metaphors, reminders of heartbreak
That trap the reader in my lines with comfortable
White space flooding, but not quite suffocating, them
But here I am considering what that fat green metallic horse-fly,
Trapped between my closed window and the screen designed
To keep him out, might perceive a window and a screen to be
While it drums hopefully from one to the other and again.
The three moments prior were spent
Watching waves fold violently considering
How water could be molecularly similar to glass
Though not slice flesh or soften a stiff drink
So a man inside the cantina ordered two
Whiskeys straight before approaching a woman
Whose husband rested softy in her bed
Then a coconut fell and burst like a hive of bees
Opal strands swarmed. But for this quality,
Fewer than three and more than two sides, triangular.
Strands wormed into me through my nose and mouth
Through my ears and filled my sight and in its place
I found myself face to facing judgment.
As it is I find the universe sentient.
I II III
Giving it as if the path is set
Away labor is terrified
Believing days opposite of nights
Can be called dyslexia; a giving of
The double shift dratesman is yet again
consumed built (built) pawned
I know that I’ve ended
A million innocents
On the ground and in the air
I believe they haunt me
As the little ghosts who
Manage my memory’s reel
Having dug for and found
My itty bitty shames to
Replay on my eyelids
I stared back
A wild creature
Who shot venom
It surprised me
As I prepared to crawl
Into my comfortable
While Rebirth of Slick
Softened the tile floor
I had had my back
To its disguise
Before I turned to
Trim the strays
In my beard
We caught each others
Eyes just as it fogged
Over I knew for
What peeks from
Behind dribble bars now
Is very human