She turned to me and said
I just don’t get TV
Having grown up
In the jungles of Borneo
With my Peace Corps parents
And stern English nanny
And the treasured books
That I (re)read
By candlelight.
Shhhhhh! I warned her,
As the commercial blared
They’ll hear you.
But she didn’t know
That the Nielsen ears were listening
And the knock at the door
Wasn’t the pizza man
After all. Continue reading
Flying from Dulles
Just after New Year
A big wreath
Keeps a tenuous hold on the wall
And the old year
Which will be gone when I return.
A pretty blond with anime eyes
Gets on the B train
I get on the A
And travel the Kubrician tunnels Continue reading
How many words have these keys written,
and what were they, anyway? Continue reading
Ian’s driving along seeing barcodes
In the stands of denuded trees Continue reading
I dreamed last night
That I was listening to a record Continue reading