Thursday, May 30, 2013

Balboa Island Sky

She sang beautiful
and promising words,
ocean blue,
cool and foamy
under that bright
Balboa Island sky.

He reached up,
caught her melody
in mid-flight,
and rubbed it
deep into his skin--
it smelled
bruising sweet
like coconut-scented
suntan oil.  

He swooned,
and for a moment,
he forgot
that he looked
the same way
sulphury, rotten eggs
smelled.

Years later
he found her
on Amazon.com,
having published
a children’s book
in Austria,
and he wanted
to contact her,
to show her
who she’d dismissed
decades ago,

but remembering
that he’d only gotten
fatter,
and that the songs
of his youth

-even the ones
he’d written her-

now sounded
like cheap wine
gone sour,

he thought
better of contacting
her

and decided to
write this instead.

[Written for #meetingthebar at www.dversepoets.com - c'mon, c'mon c'mon!]

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Don’t Need No Sampler


[note to perfomer: tempo=120 bpm]

Deet deet deet
bumf!

wor-ow-wuh
wor-ow-wuh
ch-ch-ch-ch
ch-ch-ch-ch
wor-ow-wuh
wor-ow-wuh
ch-ch-ch-ch
ch-ch-ch-ch

umph,
uh-umph
umph,
uh-umph

sheenga--wokka-wokka-wokka
sheenga--wokka-wokka-wokka

umph,
uh-umph
umph,
uh-umph

bee-oh-rawhm
wah wah wah
bee-oh-rawhm
wah wah wah

sheenga--wokka-wokka-wokka
sheenga--wokka-wokka-wokka

umph,
uh-umph
umph,
uh-umph

dweet dweet dweet
d-weeh--ee-ee-ee-ee-
dweet dweet dweet
dweeh--ee-ee-ee-ee-

sheenga--wokka-wokka-wokka
sheenga--wokka-wokka-wokka

Ooomt
Auuuu-oowwww
Ooomt
Auuuu-oowwww

Ya!
ya-ya-ya-ya
ya-ya-ya-ya!

Yaaaaaaaaaaah!
Ya-ya-ya-ya-
ya-ya-ya-ya!

umph,
uh-umph
umph,
uh-umph

sheenga--wokka-wokka-wokka
sheenga--wokka-wokka-wokka

umph,
uh-umph
umph,
uh-umph

paah!

[Written for #openlinknight at www.dversepoets.com - come and make some noise!]

Friday, May 24, 2013

Again, I Fail (a limerick)


The task was to write them a glosa,

but the form made me want a mimosa,
my words could not warm
to that fascistic form
nor to poetry’s Cosa Nostra.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Applauding


I first saw

Burt Bacharach
in Laughlin, Arizona
in one of those tacky
riverfront casinos,
where he was playing
a one-nighter
in between
his popular years.

He led the orchestra
like a basketball coach,
viscerally and impatiently,
bringing many moments
from the soundtrack
of my Southern California
existence
to life.

Leaving the theatre
I passed a small,
ivy covered enclosure.
It sounded,
smelled like
an afterparty.

Through a missing slat
in the chain link fence
I saw him,
surrounded by
a multigenerational retinue:

he was trim,
stylishly grey,
approachably shorter
and everything
I wanted
to be

when I used to dream
I would grow up
to be
my own version
of him.

I stood there
and started
applauding,

just applauding,

and I kept applauding
in that steady, insistent way
that cut
through all conversation,

until I caught his attention.

He looked at me
and all I could say
was

“Thank you.
It was the thrill of a lifetime
seeing you tonight.”

He smiled,
tipped his head
and mouthed
“thank you”
and went back
to his conversation,

and I moved on,
thankful

that for a second
I made him smile,

scant repayment
for a lifetime of
beautiful music.

[Posted for #openlinknight at www.dversepoets.com - come along and sing your song.]

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Print Me Out


Print me out
and hold me in
your tender hand
because even though
I was made on
a computer
I was born of a person
and his soul
is embedded
between the blank space
and the letters.

Print me out
and carry me
in your back pocket
as you climb high into
your secret tree
where you write
your poetry and
daydream ‘til dusk
and then
when you come home
unfold me
and set me beside
your bowl of soup
to remind you
that I am here.

Print me out
and fold me
into an airplane
and send me sailing
to a bored classmate
across the room.

Print me out
and tack me up
with a magnet
on your refrigerator
and when you’re
reaching for the milk
tomorrow morning
know that I have
been here
waiting for you.

Print me out
to remind yourself
that I am more than
just paper and words,
I am real.

I am flesh and bone
sadness and glory,
but when you read me
I am no longer alone.

Print me out
and save my life.

[Posted for #Meetingthebar at www.dversepoets.com - my pals in verse out in the universe]

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Like This, Like That

That tiny red-breasted bird
that bounces and skips
through the sky,
too quick to catch,

she is the lesson.

Marvel at her,
enjoy her
superhuman acrobatics,
envy her grace
and beauty,

because she is
only here
like this
and is gone
like that.

In the moment
pressed against
your lover’s skin,
do not plan
the next move,
but savor the moment,
inhale the scent
of her neck,

because she is
only here
like this
and is gone
like that.

As you drift away
into your cool, dark
slumber

before surrendering,
forgive everyone
and everything,

and give thanks
for every little
detail,
and as you ask
for another day,

do so humbly
because there are
so many more
who need tending
and a share
of the good fortune
we’ve been given

because it is
only here
like this
and is gone
like that.


[Posted for #OpenLinkNight - at www.dversepoets.com - you'll not find a better bunch o' poems on the internet.]

Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Humility Haiku

Keep yourself humble.
Pride still goes before a fall.
If you don't, God will.

[A quick shot for #OpenLinkNight at www.dversepoets.com - where I go to feel loved on the internet.]

Wednesday, May 01, 2013

Tersely

She got up
and said

“It’s not working.”

I laid there
in naked humiliation

and she left,

taking with her
three years
of my life

and her vibrator.

[Posted for MamaZen's challenge at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2013/05/words-count-with-mama-zen.html]