what I learned while waiting
in the café is beauty
surprises
(always)
that smiles say more than
you can never
know
anything
(really)
order pattern space
control us
as in the space
between
notes
(and we, too)
Friday, May 14, 2010
Call and Response: Day 20: Stacking
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Call and Response: Day 19: Chez Renee
Horsemen and demons once cruised this strip
Two drive-ins, low headlights, the height of a night out make out
Saints and sinners knew the view clear as starlight blinking
Endlessly over black light, night fields, off toward Albuquerque
But now beloved art deco neon's nothing but a rusted book
Bible of missing capital 'C' and the shadow of a lower case 'e'
Ghost of Chez Renee where the candlelight was dim and authentic
And a woman and man could be heard humming along
to any old tune.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Call and Response: #19: Waiting For the Messiah
I hear the songs
playing in my mind
Joni and John talking 'bout
Paradise
and Willie on my mind
those days so heat and fog drenched
that houses glowed like mirages
in the distance
and lights and yarn and incense
led our thoughts
on fool's or God's
errands
Friday, April 30, 2010
Call And Response: #18: I Saw You
on the street
but you did not
see me
if you caught
me at the corner
or like a comet
flashing
you said nothing
not even the guitar
remembers
my name
but you did not
see me
if you caught
me at the corner
or like a comet
flashing
you said nothing
not even the guitar
remembers
my name
Call and Response: Day 18: Sunflower Gate
I do remember
the gates whittled fromthose active city streets into
crowded cafes, Owl and Monkey
sketching wide doors into journals
bringing the outdoors in, the images
of days dreamnt and classes of yearn
flowers from the tips of our pencil
poetry from our mouths
like heady sunflowers tilted
seeds between our teeth and tongues.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Call And Response: Day 17: Café Society
Do you remember
we sat in cafés
reading poems
talking about poets
writing
trying to work
together when words
and location on paper
was intensely private
cracking open our hearts
and books
Do you remember
we sat in cafés
reading poems
talking about poets
writing
trying to work
together when words
and location on paper
was intensely private
cracking open our hearts
and books
Do you remember
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