On a Sunday afternoon
My son asks if he will have to go to war
Kids at school said so
Eat your pancakes
My son asks if he will have to go to war
Things ten year-old worry about
Eat your pancakes
I bet those kids in Iraq are scared
Things ten year-olds worry about
Stockpiling food, flashlights, water
I bet those kids in Iraq are scared
Tanner stacks pancakes like sandbags
Stockpiling food, flashlights and water
Will my brothers have to go to war?
Tanner stacks pancakes like sandbags
Do mothers of sons create soldiers?
Will my brothers have to go to war?
Put your plate in the dishwasher
Do mothers of sons create soldiers?
American flags dot the neighborhood
Put your plate in the dishwasher
Do I know anyone who will die in the war, Mom?
American flags dot the neighborhood
We post a NO WAR sign
Do I know anyone who will die in the war, Mom?
Mothers hiding children
We post a NO WAR sign
Kids learn about war between commercials
Mothers hiding children
Boys bend dolls into guns
Kids learn about war between commercials
Pick teams, play army
Boys bend dolls into guns
On a Sunday afternoon
Pick teams, play army
Kids at school said so
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Storm
Winter is a billboard
Loneliness, depression, frozen branches
Today, I drove seventeen miles in the snow
just to be alone
An ice storm came
knocked down power lines, put a porch swing
through a church steeple
tore the sign off a ma and pa grocery store
letters on a reader board are knocked loose
“Discount Tires” is now “Dis ires:
The beauty shop with the purple poodle mailbox
closed early because the beautician was killed
by a falling potted plant
Loneliness, depression, frozen branches
Today, I drove seventeen miles in the snow
just to be alone
An ice storm came
knocked down power lines, put a porch swing
through a church steeple
tore the sign off a ma and pa grocery store
letters on a reader board are knocked loose
“Discount Tires” is now “Dis ires:
The beauty shop with the purple poodle mailbox
closed early because the beautician was killed
by a falling potted plant
Rum
Hiding
in your closet of a room, a house
small cars gurgle past
through wet yellow leaves
Across the hall
girls dance and kick
beneath nests of cotton sheets
Above 4th Street
orange tea kettle
screams
fog licks tall ships
New York
a liquor store runs out of rum
Boston is
black
Stirring drinks with
a green toothbrush
both of us trying
to kick habits
in your closet of a room, a house
small cars gurgle past
through wet yellow leaves
Across the hall
girls dance and kick
beneath nests of cotton sheets
Above 4th Street
orange tea kettle
screams
fog licks tall ships
New York
a liquor store runs out of rum
Boston is
black
Stirring drinks with
a green toothbrush
both of us trying
to kick habits
Oktoberfest
Little bed
next to the wall
thick plaster
yellow room
morning
women wearing scarves
beating rugs in the alley
aching from beer
and gymnastics
a blanket of down
I smile
he wants breakfast
potatoes and sausage
buys me a bouquet
the waitress has whiskers
we laugh and say
goodbye
I disappear
into the wall
next to the wall
thick plaster
yellow room
morning
women wearing scarves
beating rugs in the alley
aching from beer
and gymnastics
a blanket of down
I smile
he wants breakfast
potatoes and sausage
buys me a bouquet
the waitress has whiskers
we laugh and say
goodbye
I disappear
into the wall
Men in Socks
I grow herbs
feed the birds
listen to Chopin
I can only find lovers
who wear striped socks
and can’t play Scrabble
I tell them
how wonderful they are
then I cry
Coffee in a dirty mug
tastes better
than this
feed the birds
listen to Chopin
I can only find lovers
who wear striped socks
and can’t play Scrabble
I tell them
how wonderful they are
then I cry
Coffee in a dirty mug
tastes better
than this
Jason at 27
My son just came home
from living in Ukraine
and he brought me
laundry
grey boxers,
brown socks
jeans
plaid shirts
When he was a baby
I dressed him in blue
overalls with a choo choo train
across the butt
and took his photo
11 times
Now his clothes
are from Europe
he takes them from
the white basket
and neatly folds
from living in Ukraine
and he brought me
laundry
grey boxers,
brown socks
jeans
plaid shirts
When he was a baby
I dressed him in blue
overalls with a choo choo train
across the butt
and took his photo
11 times
Now his clothes
are from Europe
he takes them from
the white basket
and neatly folds
Humidity
I don’t date married men
or envy laughing lovers
walking across red brick
Old women
are a canopy
funny trees with pom poms
Busy people are dust
unaffected by humidity
Love rolled by
or was that a skateboard?
as I ponder the effect
of the weather
on my hair
or envy laughing lovers
walking across red brick
Old women
are a canopy
funny trees with pom poms
Busy people are dust
unaffected by humidity
Love rolled by
or was that a skateboard?
as I ponder the effect
of the weather
on my hair
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