May 2002 Archives

Walking alongside Lolo Pedro  (grandfather)

A thin brown 5 AM bag of warm bread
almost too hot too full for me to carry, 1980

My rubber slippers, L oversized
over fathers Kapitan pavement

House,
running up the stair rail corner
you hand carved from a tree
held my radius on sharp one-eighty

Like the bare concrete
of father's walls,

all unfinished
(untitled)
We were wherever

she is there with me

under the streetlight, moonlight

whichever
Bryant Street
A reminder:
You are all alone

and within the lone, the hero
versus the contra-bida

beyond the fascia
they are cronies back to back

then perhaps
you are two or three

a small crowd
encapsulated

A reminder:
You are a party-pack

Say hello
1 > 1
Realize it is difficult
to ignore, skin
bare against this
air which fills the distance
between

there, I have made you
my teacher
your shadow is a cloak
that fits well,
like fresh warm
socks from the dryer

No, superpowers are not
just for heroes,
and the hand that wields
the hammer
cannot nail itself
(untitled)
Death confused as
life-- life confused
as death

Don't remind me
dead happy
dead happy
Lane Splitter