Tuesday, September 18, 2012

River Tale



Moses Falls In Love

You nicked a vein when you stole my heart
from the basket in the rushes by the river where I waded

past my knees to my neck near the spot
where you keep a punt and mend frayed nets
with slender fingers, a smooth birch shuttle

darting like plovers in the pooled shade of a wide brimmed hat
broad-stroke dipping gull in edge on-profile,

lured in by the rough husk of your boots sprouting
tender knees, thin weave of your dress caked
along the fringe, surgeon’s hands, light heft of the blade,

my cradled pilfered heart, mere minute slip, a
dire blissful wound from which I’ll never recover. 










Friday, September 14, 2012

Year of the Horse



Crazy Horse Waits For Neil Young

Working their way through the Harvard Classics
half moon reading glasses perched precariously
on their noses, dozing off from time to time,
myoclonic twitches jolting hands and feet
that pine to plug in and mark time, dreaming

of that bait shop in the Maldives with a cooler
full of Bud where a man could do some combing
on the beach and wait for the sea to rise
or the pending call that sends them up the attic
stairs on a frantic search for their carry on

luggage and the worn out Converse and that  
lucky tee shirt from Rust Never Sleeps.  Never
a doubt, not one; well maybe a few but
the changes and chords will come wandering back
and the chorus to Fuckin’ Up practically

sings itself yet, in the meantime the checkbook
needs attention and a grandson’s home from Helmand
and isn’t the Lipitor running low? 
Two chapters left in Moby Dick, they eye the
phone convinced tonight’s the night. 





Thursday, September 13, 2012

No Apology Needed



But Mr. Romney came under withering criticism for distorting the chain of events overseas and appearing to seek political advantage from an attack that claimed American lives. A statement he personally approved characterized an appeal for religious tolerance issued by the American Embassy in Cairo as sympathy for the attackers even though the violence did not occur until hours after the embassy statement. Mr. Romney on Wednesday said the embassy statement, which was disavowed by the administration, was “akin to apology, and I think was a severe miscalculation.”
New York Times, September 13, 2012

Governor Romney defended his statement to a reporter at a campaign event in Jacksonville, quoting a line from a 1971 film starring Ryan O’Neal and Ali McGraw.  “You know at the end of Love Story, when Oliver Barrett IV is paying tearful tribute to Jennifer Cavilleri?  And he says ‘Love means never having to say you’re sorry’?  Know what?  He was right, fella.  I love America and as President, gosh darn it, I’ll never, ever say I’m sorry or apologize for anything.”  

In an impromptu and sometimes rambling speech, Romney went on to give examples of situations in which he would offer no apology.  

Domestic relations:  “Ann’s always harping at me to put the seat down when I’m done doing my business.  I’ve been a businessman all my life.  I think I know a little something about input and output, about the importance of keeping a firm grip on the old tiller.  Ladies, you need to look before you sit, it’s just that simple.  You don’t need a big government program to do it for you.  Yeah, so someone left the seat up, so what?  You want to be able to say, ‘I’m woman, hear me roar. I did that.  I put that seat down.’ ”

Mormon Doctrine:  “From 1848 to 1978, black people couldn’t be priests or take part in ceremonies in the Mormon Temple.  This was perfectly reasonable and rational at the time based on our understanding of scripture.  Blacks, unfortunately, carry the Curse of Ham so naturally we couldn’t just let them go traipsing around like curse-free white people.  Then in 1978 poof, gone!  The ban was lifted, story over.   Turns out it was just a silly typo in Joseph Smith’s original transcription.”

History:  “After Pearl Harbor Japanese-Americans on the West Coast were really worried for their personal safety.  Folks, let me tell you something.  Americans are the world’s greatest humanitarians.  We put those poor, unfortunate citizens in protective custody.  It was a little like the Italian witness protection program with sushi instead of meatball sandwiches.  Those lucky people rode out the war in comfort with plenty of fresh air, picturesque mountain views, safe from sunami’s and anime.  Apologize for what?  Sending people on a long vacation out west on the government’s dime?”  

Medicine:  “How about the Tuskegee Syphilis Study?  A bunch of poor, illiterate black sharecroppers thought they were getting free government funded health care for life.  Turns out, the U.S. Public Health Service was conducting a secret experiment to study the effects of untreated syphilis over decades.  My friends, this is exactly why I will end Obamacare on my first day in office.  This kind of thing would never happen in the private sector where market forces can always be relied on to keep our citizens safe and healthy while turning a profit for the rest of us risk takers.”

Infamous “corporations are people” comment:  “Corporations are people, my friend.  End of story.  Mothers, you may want to take the kids outside for this next part.  Corporations are fully developed people right from the moment of conception.  Sperm, what I like to call capital impregnates the egg or the means of production deep within the womb, known as unfettered markets.  The embryo grows bigger every day, eventually growing a little penis in place of gills and a tail.  The government tries its best to end the pregnancy but God in the form of the Supreme Court intervenes.  The baby is born and grows to be a man, a straight one I might add.  Later, if the man gets sick, medical specialists from Bain Capital prescribe proven treatments like bleeding and trepanning.  Apologize?  For what, preserving a life?  For being fairly compensated for performing a medical miracle?  Never.” 








Wednesday, September 12, 2012

line dance



I Posed For Matisse

He uncoils me slowly like a skein of yarn
paying out a beat behind his eyes,
worn panes of beach glass that scour
the days remaining for feeble sifted light

drawing his hand along like a merry piper
through winding Hamlin streets,
unruly fingers confounded by buttons
hale and nimble once again fat

graphite rolled and balanced grip loose
and brash floating just above an empty ballroom
floor to strains of a silent waltz
fancied played in some distant place

while my skin pools in goose flesh my
bobbin spun free of thread hip, breasts and neck
described in a perfect dearth of line, 
God struck mute as I slip demurely behind the screen.



Thursday, September 6, 2012

Quixotic



Sancho Panza Says Adios To Summer

Summer knight tilts at  
autumn windmills. I watch from
my ass, Rucio.