August 23, 2010

The Watcher

The Watcher

I'm watching you
your eyes
your smile
or lack thereof

An old table radio
waiting to be tuned in
calibrate me
to your signal

Your body movement
head bob

No phone calls
no e-mails
can't see your face
to know how to react

Do lids rising
mean disapproval
are eyes darting
to get away

Watching and waiting
waiting and watching

I'm who I think
you want me to be
not who I am
I am the watcher

August 18, 2010

Recycle Me

At my end
strip me down
a store mannequin
at the end of the season

Recycle me
my clothes
my skin
my bones

Don't bother with my eyes
they've seen too much already
my ears
they barely work

The right shoulder
no longer throws a ball
and the left
yoga did it in

The wrist I broke skiing
it's never been the same
eight fingers are still usable
the middle ones worn out

My brain is shot
from working overtime
my hair, what's left of it
could be used to tie a fly

My private parts will remain private
gathered in a large urn
dumped unceremoniously
like unrecycleable foam

I am planning to die
early on a
don't want to miss
recycling day

(photo from

August 13, 2010

Old Man

No "Sing Along with Mitch" anymore
Miller died at 99
no more bouncing balls
no goatee surrounding silly grin

I laughed at him in 1960
a useless old man
when I was 10
and he was 49

Stranger in the mirror mist
surely not me
no hair
creases and crevices

I discount the old
including me?
I need young love
for an old man

August 10, 2010

Still, I Am Loved

my sorry jokes
my sagging skin
my greying hair
my bad wardrobe
still, I am loved

my inflexibility
my hard headedness
my controlling
my know it all attitude
still, I am loved

my rants
my ups and downs
my boyish tears
my pain
still, I am loved

by you

July 31, 2010

Love is Gathered

Love is gathered
over years
from unlikely places

bushes on the side of the road
cobwebs in the corner
underneath the car seat
from the pocket of an old coat

Love is the cry of a child
a bark of the dog
giggles in bed
sharp words

hammering nails
folding laundry
baking cookies
paying bills

Love is gathered

tossed aside

glued together
held in wonder

Love is gathered
a mosaic of shards
stretched through decades
shimmering in the moonlight

July 24, 2010


Simple question:
Give me the view
from 30,000 feet
your childhood home

Simple answer:
Scary and unpredictable

Slideshow begins
in my head
conversation ends
connection severed

cells exploding
I can't listen
a child again

I leave
out the window
to treetops
green crowns of safety

it's all I have
my only protection

Will I always be
back to the wall
facing windows
looking for treetops?

July 18, 2010

An Image

An image
something growing
deep inside
buried in intestinal sludge

where tears and fears unite
amorphous shapes
songs crying
to be released

An image
apples hanging
listening to whispers