Posts from — November 2008

On my walk today
I heard footsteps behind me
And turned to find You.

After the warm spell,
The ice has stretch marks, gooseflesh,
And can’t hold its shape.

The leaves have fallen
But the black berries have not:
Even birds shun them.

Words fly from the void
Appear in the minds of men
And return transformed.

Kali deputized him
To be a one-man wrecking crew,
A destroyer of egos,
Her own personal angel of darkness,
And he took his responsibilities seriously,
So seriously in fact that
He laid waste entire nations,
Murdered millions,
And became the world’s most hated man,
And for this,
At her whispered urging
Like a former East Block dictator
In a secret executive order
He gave himself the Medal of Freedom
To be awarded posthumously…

Tossing chunks of ice,
The boy stares in rapt wonder
At the sparkling lake.

Masses of robins
Scavenge the thick leaves for bugs
Before flying south.

Crows test a new quilt
Of the most subtle design
Spanning the sleek lake.

Even the prophet
Is pickled and caked with brine
And never tastes it.

Grumbling, roots exposed,
Struggling to maintain her form,
She flips me the bird.