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Archive for April, 2006

Poem ~ pacings

There’s something i can relate to
in the restless pacings of the local zoo’s polar bear,
something kindred in that spiritual disquiet.
There’s a disconsoling consonance found
in the knowledge that neither of us are living as intended.
As an elaborate, well-constructed tribute to man’s self denial,
a zoo plays shrine to the human ego’s supremacy over its own bestial nature.
It […]

Poem ~ tribute to self-limitation

this is for all of the things I could have been
this is for the could haves, the would haves and the should haves
for pointless, debilitating regret
for putting stock in a stranger’s opinion
this is for wasting more time on the past
this is for always looking back
for never looking forward
for a failure to see what’s right in […]

Poem ~ a father’s love

The mock surprise that you offer
in return for my laughter
at your latest exploits
is the perfect accent
for the roguish glint in your eyes
that accompanies all you do.
Entrapped by your centripetal smile,
mine is the oblivious flight of a moth.
My love is one of necessity,
no more a matter of choice than is found in
the downward trajectory of an […]

Poem ~ Oregon

another day ironclad in battle-ship grey
and the angled cross-hatchings of
another drizzled, drawn out afternoon
and enough monotone to mute passion
a day like this
keeps one pent up
keeps emotions pent up
to ruminate and swell
but there are few thunderstorms here
and so little sense of purpose
for this seamless, unbroken leaden sky
that appears entirely incomposed of clouds
with its eternal, daylong dusk
save […]

20 Things That Might Suggest You Have a Problem…

You might be a WoW (World of Warcraft) Addict if….
1) …you log on to your account first thing upon waking up. Before even going to the bathroom.
2) …showers and personal hygiene are a bi-monthly affair.
3) …your grocery list consists solely of corn dogs and Cup-O-Noodle.
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Poem ~ Loss

the phrase life is short
is used with far too much casual passing
for its gravity and simple truth to be evident
this morning greets me with the horrible honesty of
what was, until this moment, little more than a cliché
and this gun-metal sky, with all of its emptiness,
provides hollow echo for the loss of a friend
Erin,
You are truly […]

To My Son, Byron

I often forget how precious
and rare you truly are.
sometimes I fail to catch that glimmer
of brilliance in your soft gold eyes.
there was no such infirmity of fatherhood
last night as I looked down at
you amidst the scrambling efforts of paramedics
after watching you slip from that swing seat.
in the terrifying acrobatics of my worst fears
you spun head […]

Poem ~ The Profundity of Small Things

the quiet struggle of life, in all of its drama,
plays out in the piecemeal progress of earthworm pilgrammages
that litter the onyx slick asphalt path just off my back porch
a thousand arduous and earnest journeys made silently
in the bracing stillness of a damp Oregon morning
in spite of the inevitability found in the amber glow spilling over […]

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