Posted in crank, just plain silly, lawyer, poems on Dec 3rd, 2008
Sigh.
Out of state deposition.
Plaintiff’s attorney is following a script.
Twenty-five defense attorneys on laptops or blackberries,
paying hardly any attention, except
whoever’s on that hour to object.
We’ve all got our email addresses–
we just take turns emailing that hour’s notes.
Bad headache–
I’ll need to buy Excedrin
at the Wal-Mart next door during lunch.
Scratching pens,
weak coffee,
open ended plaintiff’s questions
way too much re-direct [...]
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Posted in Deep Thoughts, poems on Nov 26th, 2008
I wish that lady
with no bags dangling
at the end of her arms
would get
out of my way.
Can’t she see I’m
laden with burdens?
Briefcase and lunchbag and purse,
a suitcase’s work from the weekend?
I won’t be able
to get where I’m going
if I drop everything
because she’s in front of me,
slowing me down.
If she
would just
look over her shoulder,
then she would see [...]
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Posted in poems on Jul 10th, 2008
Yesterday a storm chased me home,
two and a half hours north-northeast,
blackened sky giving way to lashing rain
so hard the wipers couldn’t keep up,
and we all crawled along at 45.
But oh, what a difference this morning.
Where yesterday was an armpit swelter,
this morning was pearly-pink and cool,
and the long drive home under the azure sky a joy, [...]
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Posted in poems on Jun 26th, 2008
I’m about to tell yousomething only my cobbler knows–I am hell on shoes,
though you couldn’t tell
from the outside–
uppers only lightly stretched,
leather’s shining
buckles straps tassels buffed and shining.But the heels– that’s different.I’ve worn through the heel caps straight through to the steelhalf blasted capscrazy glued back on for whatever nominal protection they affordas if they’d prevent [...]
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Posted in poems on Jun 25th, 2008
Don’t call it a get upit makes it sound I don’t know,thrown on.Get up is tank tops,flannel bottoms, flip flops. What you wearto get up and answer the doorin the middle of the night.Call it an ensemble, a going on,as in she has got it going on.And no, I am not talkingabout those Q tips [...]
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Posted in crank, poems on Jun 6th, 2008
Stuck door on the train
stuck seat over the mechanical box
stuck train in the rain
sitting, stuck, waiting,
whining inside about being
stuck going to work.
Move to the next train, please,
be kicked by the 2 year old
sitting next to you, no thank you,
crying, screaming, kicking,
inconsolable.
I’ve had days like that too, kid
today’s one of them.
You’ll learn to clam up,
clamp down,
clamp [...]
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I caught a glimpse of myself
in a coffee shop window today.
I was surprised– I looked good.
Pale face, dark glasses, wry expression.
I was looking less damaged on the outside
than I think I am inside.
It was that glimpse, unexpected, that undid me.
What could I do if this was
always the self-caught glimpse?
The window reflects the clearest,
lightest parts of [...]
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Posted in Better Half, poems on Apr 20th, 2008
Everything’s better when I’m in contact with you
the price of gas
the piles of laundry
the stacks of bills
grow less daunting.
And you thought it was just a caress.
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Posted in just plain silly, poems on Apr 13th, 2008
Awakening
The chirps aren’t sharp–
the trills aren’t shrill.
But the waking me, at dawn,
thinks their proudness
and their loudness
makes their tweets
less sweet.
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I was shuffling through a stack of paper the other day and found a copy of the poem “Desiderata” by Max Ehrmann– the very one I’d printed onto heavy bond paper in fancy script italics, and pinned to the heavily decorated corkboard on the outside of my dorm room door in college. I don’t know [...]
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