à chao ku/water tower

la lune est donnée

or withheld

at the whim of clouds

bassinet

do you see do you remember when you saw your baby brother dead in the bassinet saw the quiet mouth of white lace freeze around him saw the mother approaching smiling then seeing then shaking then the movement towards panic and the hospital oh see oh remember the cat's body frozen in the night still and with his mouth wide open and you suddenly knew everyone everyone was leaving you going to some unseeable place everyone everyone is leaving you your cat your baby brother your father your mother your lover your dog yes someday he too with his happy eyes and bad breath and you see it more clearly now than ever bending over ben the cat that there really is hardly a believable reason to keep waking up every morning your baby brother just seems to have figured it out a little sooner than you


This was written in response to the mass on September 4th.  I'm not sure that I'll be getting something written for this past week, but I will make every effort to keep up as best I can.  Thanks for reading, and as always, feel free to respond to posts old or new.

golden age or churning of the waters

the peach            sliced in half            fell open
gladiolas            stuck out their tiny            purple tongues
and strawberry blossoms            by magic            became strawberries

still your doubts hover            swoop in and out of your brain
following an unknown will            behind me
behind me            behind me
where oh where
                                 did the fruits with
their sugar and petals go?

it was that spring            the one people talk about
but it's gone            and somehow you know
you were never there for it

up under the mind            come floodwaters in the night
dark            and rotting what they touch

get behind me
i see it coming            and suspect
i am less necessary than you

behind me            where
shall we wait            for the boats that won't come
for the turtles            lumbering and snapping their mouths
to float us            towards a different death            one followed
by a spring            we may never see