Monday, June 16, 2014

A poem on Bloomsday

Here is my contribution for the 24 hour period around and about June 16th 2014:


what a thing to feel
to wake up before dawn
at the end of bloomsday
babbling like coleridge

and know that penelope
is considering marriage
of the second kind
and realize we have

been away for too long
that we must
sack our own halls
pretty much in disguise

and slay the traitors
who have sprung up
amid our own cobbles
like weeds without the gardener

are we brave ulysses
or just some overindulged
fool that has been

so long that we
realize home however humble
is still worth
fighting for

and we
tired dirty and disheveled
still have the key
which opens that door

Sunday, June 01, 2014

Things are not what they seem

Here is the text to accompany the video for this poem. I hope you find this entertaining.


there is a
dart in your dress
just a dark dart
sewed in a dark dress
thats all

what did you want
a fold in the
space time continuum
a place fluttering
with the moths of

where you and
i struggled
with this dark obstacle
maybe stretched
a stich or two
tugging on that
dark darted dress

nice dress
cute darts
thats all

Here is the video where I talk about this poem and read it.