Why I Don't Dust

Staring at the metallic sunburst
hung on the living room wall

Shadows of cobwebs are cast
flowing from currents of air.
It is all artificial: the sun,
the wind, the light.

Cobwebs tell a different
narrative. Their story
has arc & movement
their characters are
time, dust, cat hair
forming a new chapter
each time I decide to
read & learn.

1/30/13

Tripping Over the Hurdles

It gets more difficult
to get past failure
w/ each day. I barely
used to stumble on
rejection or criticism.
Now they become
insurmountable &
I get swallowed by
their vortex, paralyzed.
It was not supposed
to be this way. It was
supposed to get easier.

1/13/13 

By the Numbers

Three has been magical, even sacred
Double that, and three of those numbers
become antithesis. Triple it and hang it
upside down. 3 of those results in the same.
My favorite number has always been five.
Penta seems related to the multiplied
or inverted versions above. Double that
and you have, say, ten.

The Bone Song Revisited

Connections are growing weaker
by the day w/ every word typed
or written, every bend or twist.
Bands snapping under strain.
Ball popping socket.

When connections are gone
these bones will be floating
unconstrained and will stabilize
according to someone else’s law.

1.6.13

Ass Hat Cat

At least once a night upon cue
she circles and splits us in two.
The kneading commences
without any pretenses,
as if there’s nothing better to do.

She falls as a drunk acrobat;

her ass on my head like a hat.
She then chews her hair
with that far-away stare.
What more can we want from a cat?

1/5/13

So That's the Reason

She said that there was an ant
living in my keyboard, that it
came out from under the keys
and disappeared just as quickly
as it surfaced. It is January.
She asked what the hell an ant
was doing in my keyboard
in the middle of cold winter.
Then I thought of all the crumbs
that slip between the spaces
and it suddenly became clear
why I can't write anything.