Posted in Geek Poems, tagged books, fictional characters on December 17, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Inkwells, blots, drafts
in the fire,
impulse to vault the split
rail like a boy at the first
suggestion of the question ahead,
at the enveloping wait for an answer.
Refusals bubble like leavening,
like a simmering stock, like a spring,
like the resilience of a still
pond under rain
as its silt lifts, drifts,
rests and roots.
The books will keep.
The bread will rise.
Posted in Geek Poems, tagged fictional characters on October 1, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Like the shell
of a blue crab just
past molt they cradle
my hands, bind my skittering
fingers until each one can only quiver
like a newly exposed heart
that tries to hide behind the gills.
My pockets carry treasure like secrets
humming in the folds
of my throat, buoyed by breath
until they’re called to show themselves.
Tucked in are needful and forgotten things.
Birthday presents. Memories.
My restless hands. My knife.
A piece of string, or nothing.
Posted in Geek Poems, tagged books, fictional characters on July 30, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
A century gone
out and back,
regular as breathing –
deep-sleep breathing
like clockwork ticking
out our dreams, while
we await the wakening
that follows fallen villain,
scythe through brambles.
Packed in with me
are years disguised
as months and maybes.
Memories. A life deferred
on an off chance and
a persistent hope.
Thirty or ninety or never,
we levee against
both time and distance,
the stretch of decades,
the swell of moments,
the patience at the prow.
For now I’ll build an us
for both of us,
enough of us to keep
the navigation true,
my brief view the switch
between the blank of space,
the promise of blue.
Posted in Geek Poems, tagged fictional characters on July 23, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
A slippery sage,
like butter left too long
in the refrigerator,
then too long out,
ferrying found flavors
into a pool that
advances over plate
like a cautious army
sure its spread
will leave its captured
ground untended.
Posted in Geek Poems, tagged fictional characters, Kill Bill, movies on July 4, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
I want water hauled in wood,
stone stairs, a choice
between sticks and floor, to bloody
knuckles knowing
I could punch my way from a coffin.
I want cruel tutelage,
vendetta and a yellow tracksuit.
In the loneliness of my side,
in the wake of broken oaths,
I want to hear the bamboo fill
and empty at the last
look across the snow,
to be a lioness, to always win
the fight and call him mine.
(Bang, bang.)
On the striped green strip
between window and weights,
while the trainer counts to five and back,
I lift hips and hold, grit against serrated turf.
Given the choice between delivery
and death, I think, I’d choose to die.
