Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Streets of London

For Laurie Bitzkowski

Like the headache of too many draft beers
or eating pizza that has bacteria spreading,

the chemistry has yielded bad returns.

A guitar and the private thoughts in school
notebooks, shoulder-to-shoulder, holding

each other up, missing work the next day.

Pieces on a chess board flee off into
different directions, feeling very alive,

and off in the distance, the sound of sighs.

Even action heroes have to go into a
bathroom, sometimes, just to get away

Friday, January 04, 2013

A Love Poem for the Zombie Apocalypse

Come on over here, you sexy zombie, you.

Work your reanimated corpse this way,
bring me your cold love and take my brain


Eat my flesh raw. Chew through muscle,
tendons and bone.

Get to my lonely heart before someone
shoots you in the head.

This poem is for all those who are really into zombies. Whatever their reasons.

One-sided Conversation

How cold is the beer in Tucson?
What was it that scared you about
driving through Death Valley?

Don’t worry, you don’t have to say
anything if you don’t want to.

I heard that there are Gila monsters
in Arizona that eat stray dogs,
alley cats and runaway children.

I once saw a bear in the middle of
Nebraska sitting on the side of I-80,

waiting for traffic to die down.