Violent Love

To whom it may concern—

and if you’re the coworker

who

keeps

annoying

my girlfriend

this should concern you—

I can’t say I’ve ever successfully performed

in a play or musical,

but I would gladly break your legs.

Waltz

I am learning,

I am listening.

I am thinking,

I am teaching,

I am learning,

I am loving,

I am taking care of myself.

Laundry

The more it rains, the drier my sense of humor.

and if I must stand on Spanish plains

to have my head in the clouds,

I don’t care if my socks get wet

or my hair drowns, but if you ask me

what two things would my girlfriend say

I do not know how to use nearly as well as

I think I do, I would say

the dryer, my sense of humor.

Freckles

When stars are no longer made

and the last ribbon of light

fades into the waves of night,

this lost boy will find his way

by the constellated freckles on your face.

Our Fathers'

Invisible touch, indelible mark,

the sins of our fathers

make us who we are.

 

And mine begs me stay

farther from the sun.

But on the wings he made

I am my father’s son.

 

So, when the day is done

and, above the fireplace,

my axe is hung,

this is my father’s day.

I am my father’s son.

Love and Fear

I love the moments I’m afraid,

afraid of peace, afraid of doves.

Afraid that war is not enough.

A frayed rope man that hangs his head,

the moment I love, I’m afraid.

Displacement

With my being here, the water level

of the sum of existence

rises. A cosmic squeezing

of the toothpaste tube,

climbing like shadow

to the lip of this universal basin.

“Put small dots of the toothpaste

 on your pimples,” my Nona tells me.

“Let it harden.” But as I stand

in front of the mirror,

looking like a beginner’s guide

to acupuncture of the face,

I realize that where I am

there is nothing.

I am the captain of my ship

I am the captain of my ship,

The Hear and Know. An ocean whips

its waves across the bow and mists

the air to brine my brow. I miss

no crew, no oars, no growling drum,

no cries of war, no brew, no chum.

No one to tie me to the mast,

no one to tell me don’t look down.

I am the captain of my ship,

the here and now.