Saturday, September 27, 2014

But even so

A quarter-century ago,
the world was young
and promising. Now
I am forty-five: so much
has staled, corrupted,
withered. But even so,
Lazarus was raised
(though he'd begun to stink),
lepers were healed,
the blind made to see,
and water gushed forth
from the flinty rock.

Dyssomnia

The clock ticks like a pulse;
The pre-dawn coffee cools.
I work my wits at verse
Like many other fools.

Four hours until sunrise,
Yet I keep watch this night
Alert to some surprise,
Some spark of heavenly light.

This odd legerdemain,
Laborious and free,
Should occupy my brain
At least till half-past-three.

Rosary

Sorrowful mysteries.
Hard to meditate upon,
but all I have to do
is hold the beads. I
need not carry the cross
on a scourged back.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Reading Zagajewski

Reading Zagajewski
is not unlike walking the streets
of a venerable city
in Eastern Europe
with ancient churches
and museums rich with art
and coffee-scented caf├ęs
and mildew-scented bookstores
and ineradicable memories
of a brute police state.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Untitled [1996]

i listen
to
thy skin

(am wounded
by
thy voice)

my love thine
eyes
kill sin

--thy soul bids
mine
rejoice

Monday, September 22, 2014

Theology

In the smile of a centenarian
neighbor; in an '80s journal by
Henri Nouwen; at Mass, of course;
in the valued advice, in the sagely
compassionate listening,
of two esteemed counsellors;

in my dyssomnia that gives me time
to read, to think, to pray
during the quietest hours of the night;
and yes, not quite ecstatically,
in the laundry room amid
the socks and the boxers:
in all these places and times,
and in many more, to be sure,
I have found evidence of God.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Rooney's Revenge

For school, our Ferris cares not half a jot.
To cherish youth, one must not read, but live!
The truant Mr Bueller answers not
His teacher's repetitious vocative.

With Sloane and Cameron, he shall roam the city
Enjoying his day off, free as a lark:
Poor Cameron's uptight, but Sloane is pretty.
Museum, restaurant, and baseball park

Will all be visited by our feckless crew.
They'll ride in a Ferrari really fast!
They'll do things most of us won't dare to do;
They'll dodge the grown-ups and they'll have a blast.

Invidious Principal Rooney, foiled once more
In his attempt to nab the mischievous one,
Will amble home dispirited and sore,
A fitting fate for one opposed to fun.

But even for Ferris, youth so quickly passes:
He'll work from nine to five; he'll feel the pain
Of aching bones; he'll need his reading glasses;
He'll trade in "Twist and Shout" for "Danke Schoen."

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Sunday, August 24, 2014