Thoughts on a Stormy Night
THE SECRETARIES ARE HUDDLED
The secretaries are huddled around the most recent conspiracy
theory. Did Columbus really land on the moon?
Did I go through my whole life
to be falling
down the stairs into love? Battered and bruised
is this all vanity? Feelings are what’s left over
after you’ve eaten.
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Monday, January 14, 2019
Elastics turning flaccid. Poets in high heels
hired for Ivy Leagues schools. Teaching young woman
how to turn into glass. Cohen sounds so mournful even
gargling. His words like fists. His thoughts
Artists, so many of them
liars. Or cowards. Mick Jaggar
A little spider on the stage. Its so difficult to see
anything. Humans are the animal that
share each others eyes.
I wish I'd been raised in Vienna in the
1930s. When Hitler was selling postcards
of his soul. How many evenings did he fall asleep
with tears in his eyes. Tears
of rage. Two blocks away Lenin's former
lover died of cancer.
Off the shores of Ireland the Spanish bodies
floated. Like phlegm from the mad Christian
king. The Armada, Palace of the Sun King, the Wall, stupidity in a
thousand dollar suit. Fifty years ago I stood
on the shores of the Detroit River and watched
all those ships aflame.