I believed the last volunteer
Had been laid to rest
And that her tombstone read thusly:
Every ship needs its dinghy
And the cause was not celebre
But it was mine
But on a beach
Between Pacifica and San Francisco
I thought I glimpsed a mast
Above the breakers
Where a lonely fisherman was rowing
His dirigible toward the solidness
Of his boat
Reminding me of the day
You looked solidly up from your checkbook
And admitted to me:
I don't want to think about Ethiopia today
I've got my rent
And bills to pay
Before reaching for the calculator
Well, the yellowness of his rain coat
Worked in contrast with the gray sky
The moon was hung awkwardly from rebar
On a concrete wall
And I was remembering how
We had swore to each other
That things between us
Should never grow strange
Yet I couldn't help thinking
That Ethiopia
Wouldn't be far enough away
Monday, December 31, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
Blah Blah Big Blah Sur
Big Sur is floating
Above the lava
And on top of the sea
So that must be why
When I met you there
You behaved as if
You were above me
But you are not as hot as lava
Nor as deep as the sea
So it was I who truly felt relief
When you got up to pee
Above the lava
And on top of the sea
So that must be why
When I met you there
You behaved as if
You were above me
But you are not as hot as lava
Nor as deep as the sea
So it was I who truly felt relief
When you got up to pee
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Superfund It!
Love Canal,
I know it sounds pervish
(Can't you see a teenager mouth it?)
But the reality of it
Is much, MUCH
Sicker
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Haight-Ashbury Tree Clinic
Today the police merged with the taxi cabs
And tonight I’m riding home with the cops,
For a fee.
I told them how it is my policy
To match all of my moving violations
With charitable donations,
And they looked back at me so blankly
That I thought they might have been created
In some mysterious cavern
Beneath city hall,
With robotic arms attaching
Moustaches to the non-mustachioed
Before setting them free
To roam the streets.
And is it a coincidence that just two hours ago,
My friend was telling me about
This guy who rescues discarded Christmas trees,
Attaching new roots to their bases,
Nursing them back to health,
And then setting them free?
He calls it the Haight-Ashbury Tree Clinic,
And his organically modified creations
Are taking over this town!
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