Thursday, December 17, 2009

Breakfast After the Procedure

“... take action on climate change … in the interests of our children and their children ...” Julia Gillard, Deputy Prime Minister of Australia

Eva could be damned about
climate consequences. She already
terminated one future to avoid
the heartache and expense.

So, she concludes over eggs benedict
and artful coffee, why pay
a high carbon penalty
for other unborn futures?

Friday, November 27, 2009

Image Loss

When we walk Gershon Agron
toward the Old City
I take a quick shot of the consulate from
across the two way traffic
thinking how compromised the American pledge
the lack of intestine to make real
their repeated Jerusalem embassy promise when
quick as a shutter
security says show me the picture
then delete it he says and
I snap where's the freedom and
have to click twice, fumbling
prevaricating as he watches.
Later I wonder how close our
precious images horde came to complete confiscation
or worse what my flash anger assertions
may have provoked. They have to be
careful my gentle one ventures and
I guess, so do we.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Choosing Colours

All my paints laid out
like religions in a row
and I slow to learn that
not every one is able
to lead me to truth

of human flesh
or that real prize
the human spirit
begging breath from my canvas

burnt sienna, raw umber, naples yellow
and the blood of alizarin crimson,
life bestowing blood.

I never met my father's brother that I can remember

Uncle Tim left home forever one night
by way of the kitchen window sill
stealthy foot treads across the storm cellar door
“Poor dear boy,” my father would say in fond recollection.
Years later out west somewhere he stayed with us
mum said he made a move on her once when dad was away
said he'd taken up with Mormons for their women
had a couple of kids with successive wives
who I never knew either but I called him from Chicago on a hunch
one time when I was a grown man with a small son of my own
His wife said he was dying
they cut him open for his heart ... sewed him up again
when they saw all the cancer
Days later out in California I drove back and forth
in front of a shabby strip mall, the number on a piece of paper
finally found an alley between two stores
and back behind was a small apartment
all blank and empty beyond the screen door, his wife gone too
I never heard where.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Lost of the Moment

Past and future couple like ravenous lovers
rapt in the moment
the very now of the impulse seamlessly
absorbed in rapidly ripening recollection.

Best loved are the fat fish
caught in the document net:
infidelities, betrayals, coercions
smelling sweet as melons wrapped in the news of the day.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Choicest Fruit

I went down to the nut orchard

to look at the blossoms of the valley,
to see whether the vines had budded,

whether the pomegranates were in bloom.

Before I was aware, my desire set me

among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince.

Let my beloved come to his garden and eat its choicest fruits.

Song of Solomon

He lingers in her vineyard suite

to taste her pomegranate cheeks.

refresh him, refresh him with apples

She gives her cherry to the king;

The feast day of their passion sings.

sustain her, sustain her with raisins

Be gone the desert dust, the lust

the tethered apes, the gold, the musk

the elephants by slow parade

the gilded queens in masquerade.

By none of these the king is stayed.

refresh them, refresh them with apples

Her freshly budded fruit of womb

her someday seed shall scorn his tomb.

sustain him, sustain him with raisins

By parables the God who sings

the fabled fig tree bounty brings.

refresh them, refresh them with apples

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Line of Site

Our foresighted builder dropped the window
line level to the bench top.
Helps when dishes are stacked there
to get some perspective on daily chores
cups and bowls beside the filtered sun, old trees
the declining hills
and soft lines of reflection,
my love’s form in the glass.