the facts.

"Who knows how to make love stay? 
Tell love you are going to the Junior's Deli on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn to pick up a cheesecake, and if love stays, it can have half. 

It will stay. 

Tell love you want a momento of it and obtain a lock of its hair. Burn the hair in a dime-store incense burner with yin/yang symbols on three sides. Face southwest. Talk fast over the burning hair in a convincingly exotic language. Remove the ashes of the burnt hair and use them to paint a mustache on your face. Find love. Tell it you are someone new. 

It will stay. 

Wake love up in the middle of the night. Tell it the world is on fire. Dash to the bedroom window and pee out of it. Casually return to bed and assure love that everything is going to be all right. Fall asleep. 

Love will be there in the morning."

-Still Life With Woodpecker

it turns out
my exes
have great blogs,
blogs i would read.

it turns out
we still laugh at the same jokes
and have had the same ideas
for halloween costumes.

it turns out
there are pictures of me:
one accidental,
one i really love.

it turns out
i don't think i can finish this poem
there's too much
i can't figure out about

haiku of the day

i know i'm stupid,
but so are you-- i can feel
you love me right back.

stranger in a strange land

waiting at the crosswalk

over the edge of a black asphalt abyss,

an endless sea of rough pavement and

short white lines marking the surf.

i guess

people don't jaywalk here.

there is a time when it's all about

fairy wings

high heels

your mother's prom dresses

silk gloves

necklaces upon necklaces

your father's work boots

last year's halloween costume

fabulous purses

your sister's tutu

and more

one of the best parts

of being a girl is

never

being to old

to play dressup.

The Prettiest Mule

Sometimes a mule does not know

What is best for itself.

When the mind is confused like that

It secretly desires a master

With a skilled whip

To guide it to those playgrounds

On the earth's table

Where the Sweet One's light has

Made life more tasty.

Hafiz always carries such a whip

But I rarely need to use it.

I prefer just turning myself into

The prettiest mule

In town

And making my tail sing

Knowing your heart will then

Follow.

lost&found

The clouds part, and there's your Excalibur, waiting

to be plucked from the sky and played.

So you reunite with your beloved trumpet

and as you play,

I'm put under a magic spell and I fall madly in love with you.

So you do your magic schtick a bit more, then sell your magic empire,

(yeah, I said "empire")

and you buy us a sailboat.

But at the time you didn't know

that your magic spell over me didn't work on water

(oh no! a twist!).

It turns out, though, that while we were sailing

I fall in love with you forreals

and then we live happily ever after.

(phew!)

[for the commish]