Tuesday, May 31, 2011


I'm startled
by this late revelation
maybe if you had
told me
a few years back
it would have
been different now
but you didn't
and that's that.

Sunday, May 29, 2011


you poked around
on purpose, grinning
tearing the shell

there's no cover

have you been
to the fair recently?
they now sell
unbreakable bubbles.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

how it works

he died
and his ideals
died with him

you sold his stuff
and made your bucks

Monday, May 09, 2011

the magic

some connections
cut across
and countries

and sometimes
all the pleasure
lies in knowing
that it's there.

Thursday, May 05, 2011


dry rancid laughter
rings through the smoke
heavy, weary
in alley darkness

a voice breaks
in a jagged scrape
as she sings
breaking through

the noise
the pin-prick
shielded by pride

finding her way
with familiar, bitter ease
she laughs at them,
their glass hearts

she sings
the crowd weeps
she smokes
she lives tomorrow. 

*thoughts on listening to Lady by Regina Spektor