If We Stop

If we stop -
Our shadows tell
The truth –¬†stumbling
Little run aways
In an upside-
Down world.
Got to get

If we stop -
The air will
Not cooperate,
The sun spits
And spittles.
And how do you -
Do we get

“What Are We Running For?”


When She Left Home

Everything hurt.
The front corner
Room was especially
Sore. And the rigging
Was all wrong.

A flight of fish?
Where are the bones
To protect my heart?
Is this all that’s left?

I was choking, I was
On her skeletal bed
When an elephant
took wing and
It hovered! It’s true

Everything changed
When she left home.
I should know -
I gave her my

For Mackenzie

My Poems and Stuff


i can tell you this.
the meaning of this
poem is loneliness.
you don’t have to
read between the lines
or talk it up and over
against existentialism.
on this line I’ll place
a shriveling plum
which no one intends to eat
and which I will toss in the trash
this poem ends with self
this much i can tell you–

plums don’t turn into

Bill Sharp oil on canvas

Bill Sharp oil on canvas

Random Stuff

Danse Russe

If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,–
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
“I am lonely, lonely.
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!”
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades,–

Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?

[listen to William Carlos William's oral reading]