The Glue Widows

From the sticky planet,
as you know, we get our glue
with great difficulty.

So many good extractors
have been lost.

Their widows
in their shiny suits
with flagrant stitching

hate the bumper stickers
for their cause, they say.
Some do.

Others sit before calendars
of obese slugs, the goopy vines
and river slows,

eating ice cream
with their fingers,
watching the minute hand
stir the room.

 

Anniversary Eve with Kubo and Jim Fontagne

Took our kids to see Kubo.
It was moving too slow.
I got confused, but I stayed.
I stayed confused, so I left.

I ran into an old friend.
I couldn’t remember his name.
He’d broken up with his girl
and kept talking to girls. . . .

I got confused, but stayed.
It became clear I was the
wingman to Jim Fontagne,
so I left right out that door.

The night was full of beans.
My bike was right outside.
I sat and killed some time.
What are we waiting for?

Later, my daughter tried to explain,
But I was like, whatever.
Tomorrow, there’s a babysitter.
Anniversary, baby!

Do Right, Never Mind

Long as I do right, never mind
what I appreciate.
That seems a dangerous thought.
Or its opposite.

The mind wiggles the
senses like fingers
through the chain-link.

Lightning strikes a sinner’s house.

The nose turns towards her.

The steeple is not immune,
no, it begs for it first.

Long as one does right,
forget where one was going with that . . .

. . . that sharp heavy thought
one had retrieved out back
to think.

Looking out the window
at the sun
burning cooly on the water.

The tentacles flicking the
foam around.

In the waves—
not really; really elsewhere—
the roar of war.
The horde-charge,
the rippling—shush.
Push, suck,
lift, wobble,
wait, shine.

 

 

 

Babies and Ice Cream

Where babies come from
and how ice cream is made:

when you might not
see each other again,
and there’s a lake,
so you wish everyone
more lakes.

That’s where babies come from
and how ice cream is made.

Where kisses will lead
if you’re not careful:

when you stay up late
and stink at work the next day,
then often enough to lose
the trust of one you
trust still.

That’s where kisses will lead
if you’re not careful.

What to do
in case of emergency:

Hold the despair.
Your heart is in a dozen
rooms in a couple countries,
shouting your name.
Get all of you
to the doctor.

The room for emergencies
is called the Emergency Room.

That’s where kisses will lead
if you’re not careful.

That’s where babies come from
and how ice cream is made.