Renting the Penthouse to the Tower of Babel

The stars were once wrenched

from the fabric of this universe

tossed into an intense kiln heat

burning till they settled into ourselves

though now we don’t know how

where when we came from

some take to religion

some take to the moon

some make the moon their religion

through periods, times and Ramadans

all thrive on this lunar tide

dancing into the Sea of Tranquility

swimming backstrokes to infinity

still language keeps us from

being we

when we were we and we were this close to divinity.


Evolution of the Geek

Being a bit of a geek took a bit of work

back in my day

(I find myself referring to a day I never had)

back then it meant knowing the capitals of all fifty states

now it simply means having watched an entire season

of Game of Thrones

in a single day.


Good Luck Crossing the River Styx with a Bouquet of Roses

The flowers we leave for the dead

white lilies

make a lousy bouquet for a first date

but are perfect for the last date

especially if our date is waiting for us six feet below

(talk about a cheap date)

and you meet her at a funeral

and roses seem so inappropriate for a funeral

especially when they’re red

cause life and death are so black and white

except if you’re a ghost

like Bruce Willis in Sixth Sense

then you must be so confused

when the mirror is held up

to you and though you feel alive and well

you’re dead

and you don’t know whether to go to the night or to the light

and so you give grey flowers to the ferry man

who tosses them into the River Styx

and you stand at the riverbank

watching them drift off into the abyss

checking your pockets for change.

Stepping Over the Homeless Man on the Way to the Theater

I know why the homeless man sleeps

so early in the evening

there he is at eight o’clock asleep on the sidewalk

as theatergoers walk around him to catch the raising of the curtain

of a show they will see

like the dream the homeless man dreams

taking him from his tortured reality

filled with the lack of humanity

and later the theatergoer exits the theater humming the play’s theme song

as the homeless man awakes to his foot brushing past his nose.

Tickling the Armpits of Time

Today’s text message is yesterday’s

science fiction

time and technology are oh so relative

like looking at your watch as you cross the International Date Line

only to land

to read the shadow in the sand

lit off a sundial in Thailand

and it’s half past the pebble meaning three-thirty pm

on the beach seconds before high tide

washes it all away

when your watch is still stuck on Toronto time

where the night reads stories by the hush of three a.m. street lights

and tonight we set the clocks back

because we can do that

we can screw with time

while all the while time stalks us

like lost shadows of midnight’s sundial

so dark we can’t see the shadow let alone the stick

and still we have the power

to make it two o’clock

for the second hour in a row.