Steam rose like pistol smoke from my double shot while I gazed at the Silver State horizon, musing to myself that this was the type of place where Clint Eastwood had had it out with many an unshaven buckaroo, adorned with his quintessential poncho, woven with the colors of coffee & cream.
Category Archives: poetry
The clever reference in ‘Show Me’
It’s so cool that Chrissie Hynde repeatedly refers to love as “the word” in the Pretenders’ ’80s-era song Show Me. It seems a suave intracultural reference to the 1965 song The Word by the Beatles. That song, of course, was referring to love, as well. Also, a beautiful and poetic line in the Pretenders’ song: […]
On Top of the World
She is an angel floating above Earth She happens to be having a manic mood swing I can see a twinkle in her eyes Her teeth are pearly white and her smile wide She knows something I don’t Even her dark secrets appear wholesome
Granola
I eat granola cereal in the mornings because it reminds me of granite I like granite because in large slabs it cannot be easily toppled I live in a house w/ granite counter tops that always look clean + amazing— Powerful—something that would withstand your fist or even a cleaver or a blow of a […]
Black
There is a certain element of death imbued in writing. All of it is a sort of last gasp. Perhaps why I oftentimes wear black. In a way I cease to exist. In the rare instances when I am noticed, then I have a willingness to vanish. Not altogether, but enuf that you won’t see […]
Water
How important packaging has become in the Age of Bottled Water. I am a pink flower-powered Fiji female, hopped up on alkaline & properly ionized. Electro-lit! While munching on plu 8594 cranberry & cashew mix, I sip through a volcanic rock filter in an artesian aquifer. ** It is Essentia to stay hydrated in the […]
A Thursday
Outside it is silvery like a side of fish. Books are spread before me and coffee. Both are oxygen. I sip, trying to stay alive in this muck. My cat has had it (already), asleep at my feet. I’m trying to respond to my environment by writing this poem and then it’s off to work. […]
Morning routine
I get up early, around 5:30, regardless of whether it’s a workday, and I’ll do some writing or I’ll do some reading, or else make some visual art. And I’ll have coffee. I’ll also do some thinking. You know: Hmmm, how did I get into this situation? How do I get out of it? We […]
The Dealership
The salesmen are tall & talk on cellphones They pace & trade jokes; one is holding forms The showroom floor, meanwhile, looks slippery It’s gleaming & white like a smile w/ flawless teeth
