“Do not be too moral. You may cheat yourself out of much life. Aim above morality. Be not simply good; be good for something.” –Thoreau

28 April 2011

I woke up to this on my computer.

I only vaguely remember writing this poem, some time late last night. I do this sometimes.


WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT REGARDING THE SUN


do you love to eat the sun

does it taste
like eggs soft
boiled
like olive
oil like
the town you grew up in
on the coast of maine
where sun is a cele
bration
like lobster
like stars
starfish swimming and feast
ing on oysters
arms wrapped to crack
the creak
of dockline and age
rustling sails of ships which
dream of sail
ing
under that cracked
open sun

do you love that
                    that sun?





01 April 2011

National Poetry Month.

National Poetry Month is upon us. Apparently. So here is something new, a memory of the Japan I love.






before the tremors cause me to forget



          suzy
tried to fit her
fist




       in her mouth.

                     we sat


on the train.




              a Japanese man cried,




       laughing.