A Nonsense Poem
Jesus is in the Wilderness
next to
the Salt and Pepper shakers.
The sun is still above the trees
but is on it’s way down for the day
the moon is already visible in the sky,
just hanging out with the clouds
and the haze
As the sun dips further down,
the colors blaze brightly
and the blue sky darkens
as the light seeps away
until the sun dips completely down
and the dark settles calmly
in and the stars begin to appear
as the day rests and night awakens
thrash through and past trees
bang pots and pans in kitchens
toss rubble and rabble rouse
then pick your penciled, and
scritch and scratch graphite
across this paper called life
until the words sing
and dance
and move
and sway
and spin
and romp
and sing, sing, sing
you’re my b side
i will not flip over for you
i write like my tongue’s tied
kick back while i scribble and lose
pack my bags, your nose bleeds
i am (your) everything
you will not split me in two
you cannot split me
too
Nothing Dr. Hue says
that a good message won’t fix,
so another afternoon session
with the Stunning Iris
After my precipitous dive
8 weeks ago friends (4)
called me a frank-en-steinish
dutchjew (take that george
santos). Now bi-weekly
magical massages from our lovely
miracle has restored this bi-man
to his usual kind of ugliness. Iris is
a walking U N, her grandparents
vietnamese, african-american &
irish, quechua(Peruvian, her
fingers are heat-seeking digits
that can reach every kink
of one’s being, when she uses
force to restore my shoulder
her left hand holds me like a lover,
when she finishes my back side
she stretches out her body
on top of me,
that is is when I go to heaven.
A year ago today I landed
in this blighted paradise
and tomorrow all my comrades
depart for the world
1) Penelope to U.T. Austin
for a summer internship
2) Dr. Hue to China,
he has his own reasons
3) Iris to accompany #2
4) sister Helen away for Brooklyn
to visit her Orthodox cousin
In the 2nd floor A/C
of Helen’s condo
I’ll file my nails
hammer out notes
of a remnant life
pine for my (still unsold)
house boat on Herrington Lake
eat in silence
be patient in my recently acquired
impotence
keep watch on Alligator Lake
force myself to look somewhere else
Five years
-for e.b.s.
The sunlight comes through the curtains
You ask what time it is
Your back is to me
You face the wall
What time is it?
There isn’t time
Soon. However,
you roll over, kiss me
You do all sorts of things:
bring water with lemon, black coffee, a SPAM and cheese omelette
I watch your back arch to the sun,
us waiting for me to decide when to leave
I love you, you’re here again—-
moving, but here, welcoming my love once again
Please don’t shatter it
Walk me out instead of just to the door
I am not perfect; this is not perfect—-
has not and will never be—-but please stay a friend
I love you
The apple usually doesn’t fall too far from the tree