Saturday, April 17, 2010

Gogyohka 4/17/10 (written 4/14/10)

after the computer screen
all day
looking in your eyes
like looking through a telescope
into another universe

Take all the nerve endings
gather them up
and weave them
into a hammock
It will support us forever

Walking up the stairs
of Grand Central
at 5:30
means walking through a cloud
of coffee breath

on three walls
of color
one drawing
of Barack Obama
in Black and White

Monday, April 12, 2010

Gogyohka 4/12/10

great golden day
awakening
someday
I will be
someone else's horizon

my hand reaches
for your shoulder
no matter
where you walk
steady in every storm

Friday, April 9, 2010

Gogyohka 4.9.10

My webbed duck feet
paddling
looking for something
inside me
that is solid

things I want to do
things I have to do
I sit in my canoe
with one oar
paddling in circles

progress
in life
moves
at the pace
of a doggy-paddle

one day
without worries
one day
to see the air
and you best of all

my body
is very big
but sometimes
I don't have enough spirit
to fill it

Do me a favor,
life?
Stop sending me
post cards
Come back to me

This hot day
I am
sliding down
the bell
of a blaring trumpet

Times Square
is gross
I don't care
what anyone
says

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Gogyohka 4/6/10

be my dance partner
everyone!
let your breath fill my lungs
I trust you
to lift me in the air

In the elevator
with a chihuahua
"His name's Shakespeare."
"Oh yeah?"
"He's a drama king."

A morning without sun
like nothing's happened
birds everywhere
telling me
think again, bucko

I have two legs
two lips
one brain
and magic fingertips
reaching into everything

my nerves
tell my body
to be afraid
of everybody and everyone
my mind loves

I thought I'd be afraid
to be near
someone close to death
but I'm not
I like him

the bathroom
with the special toilet
makes me feel
like I'm peeing
through a sponge cake

the grass
on the graves
are beards
of the dead
making waves

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Gogyohka 4.3.10

the tattooed cursive "D"
on his hand
like a rubber stamp
return address
for a body lost in New York

dust kicked up on a road
proves we never travel alone
the sun bathes many travelers
and threads their eyes
dust to dust