Drip drop as the rain sprinkles on your face.
You’re dacning the in he rain.
First you spin, then you bow
and then you
tandoo
then you run because you enjoy
the rain on your face
then you hear the dinner bell .
You say bye to the rain and dry off.
You say to your mom I can’t wait until it rains again.
She asked me
Where do we go from here?
I smiled and said
Let us return to wonder,my dear.
Mabey will be enlightened
By the morning star
Where far is near
And near is far.
Let’s travel eternity road,my dear
Put down our heavy loads
Find peace of mind
And shine,shine, shine.
Let us see
We are the other,my dear
And be free of fear
And love wipes away our tears
As we go from here to here
hey, hey
billy
shut up
just listen, alright?
go in, sit down, have dinner
watch the man–
he leaves
you leave
he parks out back
follow him down the alley
get behind him real quiet
don’t get too close–
you know–
splatter
two in the head
drop the gun
walk away
don’t run
i’ll pull up
on the other side
of the street
get in
we drive away
got it?
don’t you worry
this guy–
he don’t mean nothin’
nothin’ ain’t gonna happen
to you
or me
or the family
trust your uncle
Big Philly
two seed leaves
sprouting in a tray
that in the garden
will grow to fruit
or, left untended,
be insect ravaged
Curb your tropes,
and put away ideas worn
like pressed trousers too thin
for the weather.
My country tis of thee
sweet rapine of landed trees
where soybeans sing
[Syntax] let there be tariffs
[Circumlocution] let there be Borg
[Context] spread city ruin
[Allusion] sing of olaf
spinning downward
in a widening gyre
You and your best friend, Johnny, will roll
ahead of me down the bouldered
slope on the rough beach, before
the starfish began
to disappear; before open
sores boil on their bright arms
cause them to crumble. Skull
Island’s jagged shoreline
like skin of a wet elephant is flint
grey and shining, my graying hair
long and red-blonde again. You believe
you understand the sassy bald
eagle orating above us, name
him In Between Worlds. Sea star
wasting disease is rapid, within three days
their arms break
and disintegrate to a flimsy mush, warming
seas a possible
cause, or a virus. Perhaps oxygen
depletion. For you, son, a changing
diagnosis like a dancefloor
strobe. It’s bi-polar; no, it’s anxiety, underlying
Asperger’s, definitely on the spectrum. Try
Zanex, Prozac, Depakote. Son,
when you recover, no more night
terrors. Emergency
room interventions gone, the adults who broke
your heart apologize, every
one. On this rocky beach the summer
is generous and safe—when the sky
softens to dark cinnamon we’ll rumble
home up the mountain; you’ll wiggle
into your Spiderman pjs, and your buddy
Johnny will spend the night. You’ll recite
your favorite creatures: periwinkle, barnacle, giant
octopus, squid. Mommy, are they
called sea stars or starfish?
you ask, nodding off to sleep. Both and even
more—brittle
star, echinoderm, la estrella
de mar, basket
star, I answer, as I tuck
you in with your tattered
stuffed dolphin. I kiss
your forehead, once
for this one splendid
day, twice for all the stars
in sea and sky.
О, Боже , моля за помощ!
Ти, татко мой мили!
Ела и помогни моято мощ
неимоверно да се засили.
Предизвикателства валят през деня,
не спират дори и нощес
Нямам време да се уморя,
задълженията взимат превес.
И не , че не искам да служа,
но в материалния свят
имам крещяща нужда
от сестра или пък от брат
който стремежите ми разбира
и по пътя с мене върви,
точни думи намира
в нашия забързан век
помага ми да се мобилизирам
да се преврърна в свръхчовек!
А може да се справя лесно
ако към тебе пътя следвам!
Ти само знака дай ми ясен,
че имам твоята подкрепа!
На теб отдавам своето тяло
Душата ми отдавна е при теб
и моля те съедини ме в цяло,
завършена да съм ,ми е потребно.
carcasses stacked high this side of the Rio Grande
to form a wall of rotted onyx meant to dissuade
all human aspiration: the flies are all that want
them now not even their own nations willing
to serve them as lord of hosts we know nothing
the old traditions: to break bread with brethren
unknown, strangers we’ll call them names
we give them call them what we wish because
then it’s easier to let them die let them
be savaged it is easier this way for everyone
to give them new names better still, numbers
sometimes it’s just hard to call them what they want
use their names, their language it is better
to split them apart // split them apart // split them apart
