Thursday, February 11, 2016

The debate

will she be the next one,
in her Mandarin yellow jacket, her sensible shoes,
she knows her stuff,
she knows the players
but is her miscibility a liability,
or will it be him,
he looks so old and so far out of the club
that I wonder if he can get anything done,
the wolves will eat him whole
and ultimately, who will beat the man
with the toupee?

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Yogurt Overload

two gallons of milk
six jars of yogurt
and a half, half eaten

there is another mouth to feed
along with hers

and mine
and his

i'll hand over 2 jars at once, 
not one
we'll eat the other four and

she will pass over a loaf of fresh-baked
bread, natural sourdough

he will merely smile 
that will be enough

for now.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

a poem lost in the port

the poem fell in the port
after I popped the bottle,
the prose, too
what a peculiar past time!
and so,
there was no poem with the picture,
nor a perfect postulate,
only a peculiar photograph
posted after I poured,
and promptly forgot
my preoccupation with
damn port!

Monday, February 8, 2016

Sunday, February 7, 2016


i remember
when each second we were apart was misery
only he mattered
he and me

the rest of the world fell away

i remember others' envy
how my girlfriends didn't matter
only he mattered
me and he

they can tell we are talking
my voice lilting in a way only a lover's voice

you know what i mean

now i crawl into bed in my flannels
we snore and get up during the night
we seek time alone,
and spend time with our friends
we're happy

but i admit

that when i hear her laughing
that special laugh when she is talking
with him and she can hardly wait the

next 2335 seconds until he arrives

i feel a tug of nostalgia for that


Friday, February 5, 2016


considering that I spent the last two hours
speaking in a foreign tongue with a limited supply of wine,
that I had to suppress my annoyance in a meeting at work
with a fussy and uncommunicative colleague
and that my bike slipped on the icy intersections of
sidewalk and street,  I deserve to eat several cups of
caramel popcorn tonight
in spite of having gained weight
in spite of my pants being too tight
it's from the oral steroids I need to keep
my hair from all falling out
if I must be bald, let my tummy be filled
with popcorn, let my glass be full.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

I never noticed it was blue

i never noticed it was blue
having walked by it one thousand times
or more.
behind the window there stands a person
holding a book, musing over it, she looks out the 
window at me without me knowing
what she is reading or if it makes her happy
or sad, if it reminds her of a lost love
or a found one, a broken promise or
one fulfilled
i only know the chill of the winter air on my cheek
the brisk walk to meet a loved one at a restaurant
where we will drink hot toddies and talk science
perhaps we should talk of books and politics,
love, bigotry and ignorance, sensuality and 
the universe, 
the world of experience is vast
how do we begin and
how do we end