shit went down at work
a fingerpointing parade
work politics suck
[i want to drink beer]
March 31, 2009i want to drink beer
but i have to work instead
beer would be better
century
March 20, 2009i squint up at the weatherpocked red sandstone of my city bricks
and want to touch it crumble under my fingertips
the signs say STOP (in the parks not to touch
the red rocks) preserving their sandy structure but
not the bricks, no one stops them from weathering away beneath my fingertips
good night and good luck
February 27, 2009the rocky mountain news is closing its doors today after 150 years. it was denver’s oldest business. it’s sad to lose a piece of denver’s identity and it’s sad that all of those talented folks are losing their jobs. this is big for denver, and it’s not good.
addressing spring
February 25, 2009is that the robin i hear sing?
he speaks of trust and honesty
and this is the first sign of spring
oh yes–it’s time to do this thing!
to shake off the shackles of history
is that the robin i hear sing?
he speaks of hope, and hope he brings
to help lift us from our misery
and this is the first sign of spring
is this the change that we’ve been missing?
is this the path towards our recovery?
is that the robin i hear sing?
this is what we should be addressing:
he sings about accountability,
and this is the first sign of spring
that tear of joy makes my eye sting
such a long wait for this discovery–
is that the robin i hear sing?
and this is the first sign of spring
30 minute sestina
February 16, 2009i just challenged myself to write a silly sestina using 6 words picked by someone else. i gave myself 30 minutes and this is what happened. the words: squirrel, tree, black, run, ground, today
the tragedy of the acorn
i first grew in a bundle on that tree.
they told us to beware that city squirrel,
“you’ll know him when he sets off in a run
to snatch you from your bough and hit the ground
to hide you in the soil, rich and black.
beware that cunning squirrel, he lurks today.”
i heard the cunning squirrel so close today.
he scampered up and down that backyard tree.
with flipping tail and claws a shiny black,
he menaced off the birds, a scary squirrel.
he sat there on the bough and stood his ground,
so when the sparrows swooped, he did not run.
and when the blue jays bombed, he did not run.
i doubt a thing around could scare today
that squirrel (who sits so firmly in his ground
that lies so far high up in this oak tree).
i doubt a thing around could take this squirrel
(without succumbing to his eyes, so black
they match the color of his heart, yes black,
like coal). if only i could drop and run
i’d leave this tree and dangers of this squirrel.
alas, my acorn hide is green today
and must be brown before i leave this tree.
i must be wise and sage to hit the ground,
to grow into a tree, deep in the ground.
to pierce into the soil rich and black,
i must drop swiftly down straight from this tree
and hide myself before I see him run
to dine upon my hide, oh not today!
i’m clamped onto this branch, you naughty squirrel.
time knocked me from my branch? oh lucky squirrel!
as i lie here, flesh brown upon the ground,
i know my destiny has changed today.
a snack i’ll be inside his mouth of black
for here he comes a galloping, his run.
i’ll ne’er grow now into a wise oak tree.
oh squirrel your eyes are beady dark and black
i’m helpless on the ground–i watch you run.
today, you’ll eat me under the oak tree.
[the snow...]
January 4, 2009the snow lights up the city-dark streets
trackless past midnight,
it doubts all could be asleep
solemn street lights imply pink
flakes are falling, and they stand guard,
british rigid, to light the path, but for whom?
fireworks tear through the night sky
bangcrackle fizz, and again,
perhaps not all are asleep
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