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long ago

michelangelo

began his sculpting career

by chiseling a grinning demon’s head

out of a chunk of marble

and his patron liked it

but suggested that

it would perhaps look more catchily demonic

if mike knocked out a tooth or two

so the fledgling sculptor obliged.

..

centuries later a poet said “less is more”

and a little after that henry moore sculpted figures

with holes in them.

..

wh n y ur sente ce h s a mi sing l tter

in most wo ds it b comes a differ nt se tence.

..

we must not only read between the lines

but read within the holes.

The Parker Brothers game of world domination

hostile takeover risk assessment

the game of risk involves countries and troops and weaponry

and chance in the form of cards and dice

and is vaguely analogous to historical conquest

but the parker brothers game of risk

is a much better fit to corporate hostile takeovers

in that they that have gold make the rules

and it is a zero-sum game with winners and losers

..

but in the horrible game played by the current regime

rules of engagement have gone out the window

cheating isn’t cheating if you win

lies told are just more pieces on the board

..

fellow people of earth

there are too many downtrodden as it is

letting this situation continue to deteriorate

is much

too

risky

our fourth grade was homeroomed by miss morse

she held elections every so often

had us put our heads down

and raise our hands to vote

but you could hear a whisper run through the class

right before the blind show of hands

so you usually knew knew who would win

even before the vote

..

in seventh grade i ran for representative at large

in a more sophisticated, balloted election

and won and gained a toehold

on the grade school political scene

..

next year i ran for president

got fifty signatures on my petition as required

and mrs. surrett and eleanor ryan and mary shields

helped me win

eleanor and mary made posters

mrs. surrett told me to write a gimmicky speech

and since my brand was “walking encyclopedia”

i loaded my speech with big words and convoluted syntax and then asked “am i reaching you?” and my pal doug stockwell son of guy nephew of dean shouted “NO!”

so I synopsized what i said: I wasn’t handsome nor popular, but i would be the right guy for the job

and i won in a landslide over 7 other candidates

–rather, my team won

mrs. surrett stacked the cards in my favor

eleanor and mary made wonderful posters and to my shame i don’t think i even thanked them

it is fifty-eight years later but i am indeed thankful

..

at our first student council meeting the principal came in and told us he had cut a deal with a firm that made commorative pins to reward worthy students and that the money in our treasury would cover the cost with plenty to spare

and THEN he asked us to vote for or against the purchase of the pins

and after he got his vote and left i turned to mrs. surrett and said, “i wonder what would have happened if we voted no”

and she gave a knowing, faintly regretful chuckle

..

during my one-semester tenure as president i spoke to the pta and was a judge in a cheerleader contest and introduced the military band “sgt. rocklovich and the ambassadors”

and my student council replenished our coffers by installing a pop machine by the p e room and we also rented the film “the misadventures of merlin jones” starring child actor kurt russell

and several times I was the one who led the school in the pledge of allegiance over the p a system

but in my last appearance as president i declined that honor and called on the incoming second-semester president to do it

though a vicious rumor had it that had had a goon squad threatening kids with a beating if they didn’t vote for him

i don’t know if the rumor was true but the kid who told me was wide-eyedly sincere in his assertion

..

now i am seventy-one years old

i have never run for public office

i could tell you that grade school politics turned me off to the whole business altogether but the truth is much more complex

but boils down to the happy fact that I am not the right guy for the job, after all

new pain awakens you. its stamp/impresses in the form of cramp.

the lamprey sucks. the hamptons bask./do lamps when clamped on desk-edge ask/enlightenment of us? they don’t./they have no will; they have no won’t.

slow down the car. the exit ramp/says k o a, a place to camp,/to sample nature and relief/and tamp down stress and angst and grief./the scampering of squirrels calms/and wine and amped-up tunes are balms.

this launch has not achieved ignition/with syllaballic repetition/we therefore move to cut the crap/and bid the grampa take a nap.

on this the first we want to burst

right out of the starting gate

yet by the second we’ll already’ve reckoned

we’ve blown it and it’s too late

but come the third both jock and nerd

have the heartening realization

that by the fourth some fun’ll come north

for enjoyment, employment, sensation.

I like Cate Blanchett and Ben Stiller and Mandy Patinkin and his loving wife and Gabby Giffords and her loving husband

So when they ask me to stop scrolling and pay attention and cough up I feel so bad when I only do two out of three

Having exceeded my 2025 charitable contributions budget by a factor of 2.5 or so

But I wish them well

And I’ll catch them in 2026 after I complete my expensive uprooting and transplanting

If conditions still obtain

If the world remains unexploded

If I and my loving Sweetheart are still here and together

..

Meanwhile the only thing I ask of you and the rest of my friends

Is ask yourself:

“Have I done as much giving as taking?”

It is the one thing that will rightly inform your actions regarding charitable contributions

And it’s healthy

To pay attention

To yourself.

phoenix ay zee

has been home to me

but my sweetheart resides in toledo

so in june i will launch like a jazzed-up torpedo

and suitcase my clothing as best suits a suitor

and bring my ceramics and laptop computer

and love in my heart for this intricate soul

and we’ll have adventures tween north and south pole

and make the ride last for as long as we can

a golden-years couple both woman and man

a dude and a kitten

both lusty both smitten

with both meters running

it’s loving and funning

that counts!

in new york in 2018 a black-capped chickadee

was audially captured for four minutes

and fifty-seven seconds

sounding  nothing if not tired and bored

“here i/am now/[pause]/here i/am now/[pause]/

here i/am now/[pause]/here i/am now/[pause]/”

little johnnie four-note

with almost nothing to say

..

but isn’t it a miracle:

you can think of a bird, any bird

and do a search for “[bird] birdsong”

and in less than a minute

that bird will sing

only for you

Yes.
No.

the late chris farley spoke into a fan:

“l-u-k-e. i-i-i a-a-m y-o-o-u-u-r f-a-a-t-h-h-e-r.”

the fan blades feather-chopped the sound

and made him sound otherworldly.

he was acting like a kid. he was Tommy Boy.

and when we were kids, Boys and Girls,

we clothes-pinned playing cards to our bikes

such that they strummed the wheel spokes

whole the wheels turned

just as a guitar pick strums strings–

or is it that the spokes strum the cards?

we also filled paper bags with exhaled air,

held tightly closed the bag end, and punched

the bag just right, for a loud and satisfying

popping sound.

cellophane and raisin boxes can be made to make

a piercing soprano whistling noise.

the finger-pulled-sideways-through-the-mouth

is still fun. squeezing air between armpit and hand

is juvenile, but so what?

special bags of dried corn and grease make a sound

in the microwave a bit like fireworks, but please,

On Your Life and for the Love of God, do not

use a Microwave

to pop a Weasel.