New Stuff

Just a random selection of writings from the past week.

Before MySpace

bark roughened hands
grab another branch
digging my Keds
into a crook in the trunk
I launch myself
upwards
towards Heaven
where no one is
I sit with the birds
and signal to aliens
I hide poems like this
behind loose bricks
in the chimney

ltv


Basement Reading

a sliver of poetry
cuts through
the darkened library
the basement is buzzing
with fluorescent words
poets will go anywhere
to get their fix
sit on concrete
squirm on folding chairs
wait for hours
just to speak their piece
to those who appreciate

throughout the week
we live
with poetry closeted
business doesn't rhyme
with much

we celebrate
our other selves
amidst the shelves
of ancient books
not afraid
of the looks we might solicit
since poets are
a forgiving people

ltv


yet another Cat Haiku

Kestra understands
that puking on rugs is bad
she just doesn't care


Here's one more I finished tonight.

Joe's

a study in contradictions
where to begin
Italian-Mexican
a little bit of Tijuana
in our fine
arts town
peeling murals
held up by smoky,
greasy cobwebs
the food so good
you'd swear
your Italian mother
was in the kitchen
thin crusty cheesy
dripping goodness
and the tomatoes! --
oh my Spirit --
the salads
transcended
their humble beginnings
creating an explosion
of sweet freshness
in the mouth
rivaled only by
the sweet freshness
of the waitresses

ltv