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Sunday, January 25, 2015

i'll go out on a limb today

and say that
the cold southwest winds
blowing into
the florida keys
is unusual
un-hurricane-like
yet crazy
from where they came
upsetting the gulf stream
waking up a few more
greek ex-pats to go
& vote for syriza
     today
but of course
you don't need a weatherman

--- e b bortz
 

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

unfairness of a utility pole dissecting the bay & cumulus horizon

it's a small view
in fact
but nonetheless
a subtle branding
not to be ignored

the clouds have
counter-attacked
moving into
a bison stance
pooling their
great historical
bodies
of fur
& nonconformity

water chops
like an arbiter
without an opinion

--- e b bortz
 

Sunday, January 18, 2015

daybreak


isn't all that it's
cracked up to be

you can't meet it
halfway

you're either in
or not

be ready
for disappointment

look around
for other signs of life

who's hiding
where

the wind
is the guide

watch for
first shadows

coral dust isn't soft
it comes from a crematoria

the moon glows
but only when you're not looking

--- e b bortz
 

Monday, January 12, 2015

earth note 312

fronds
are heavy today
in the denseness
of the air
slumping
suffocating in fact
like a transformation
still not defined
gone awry
every cloud
grinding to a halt

--- e b bortz

Wednesday, January 07, 2015

disrupting the loop

every gun
should melt back
into the blue steel
it came in

from the wood
of the nightstick
     baseball bats
     for the neighborhood kids
     who will thank you

the sky
is bitter
a rage above
the storm
like a temporary boundary

unlike the milky way

--- e b bortz

Saturday, December 27, 2014

earth note 311

the year ends
with a nest
of osprey chicks
amid the noise of living
without asking
for approval

--- e b bortz

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

the jam

following the death of joe cocker

is running out
from harpoon harry's
     tables
on to caroline street
long after caroline
     left
without being noticed

and where
the hands
voices
rhythms
choose
so springs
every tune of the earth
     deserts & stars
     hard-knock blues
     colors of reggae
a previous life
is always close by

long before officialdom
& hollow authority
foolishly cast
their caste
of street rules

ignored with perfect pitch
every note
     a story

--- e b bortz

Sunday, December 21, 2014

earth note 310

there's a depth
to the shallows
of big torch key
undefinable
with the words
that come to mind
the syllables seem
to slip past me
when i least expect it
the tops of the mangroves
at a distance
appear like a hill
or at least a knob
clustered with the horizon
like a continuous
labyrinth not quite
making it to the water

--- e b bortz

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

earth note 309

the canal jumped
the seawall again
prints of the key deer
left running
the open house
down the road
ended in a hurry

a cloud
of turkey vultures
swarm
for an answer

--- e b bortz
 

Friday, December 12, 2014

window/doorway outta no name key


sometimes the view
is blurred
by distraction
intentional and otherwise

antidote:
touch the water
rub it in you

--- e b bortz

Sunday, December 07, 2014

earth note 308

turkey buzzards
know when to make noise
their wings shout
don't fuck with me

--- e b bortz

Thursday, December 04, 2014

minimum wage job on duval street

key west

to shake a tee-shirt
off the 75% off rack
inflated by 200%
as the cruise ship horn
screams over the seascape
to return
at once
to the pier
before sunset

the fishing jobs
and artist hangouts
are in decline
like the empire itself
so all there is
is the catering
to the high-rollers
international financiers
shift changing
off of wall street

a throng of christian dior
wagging tongues
will never
bring back margaritaville
they're only a whiff
on the sidewalk

a conch highway
can't be bought

--- e b bortz

(published in opednews.com, Dec 25, 2014)
 

Tuesday, December 02, 2014

earth note 307

high tide is higher
this year than last
the canal crept up
last night
and left its mark
at the feet
of the houses on stilts
road has a wet gray
to its face this morning
the bay is upset
wind blasts away
then suddenly dies
     osprey goes hiding

--- e b bortz
 

Monday, December 01, 2014

a blank piece of paper

and a gust right out
of my hands
blowing into the unknown
finding itself
gone & away
below the porch
fluttering on
the bicycle spokes
     ready for
     a journey

--- e b bortz
 

Saturday, November 29, 2014

i offer no excuses

or truths
we are vulnerable
     humans that is
to the glitter
& status extraordinaire
of dominant specie-ism
rationalizing dog-eat-dog
     a rabid misnomer
to career seeking
banking with a smile
payday loan-sharking
     shark misnomer

the district attorney stands
without clothes
but with his gun still cocked

so what will we do with our lives
before and after
     the great fall

we've never learned
to take care
of each other

--- e b bortz

Monday, November 24, 2014

no polemic

it's been one-half century
since the real streets
of hearts & minds
found each other

egos falling 
to the drama kings
provocateurs
coming and going

empty chants
making it
holier than thou
tuning out still an option 

a drum
even without rhythm
could become
an unexpected insight

anticipation
began at dawn
darkness
caressed unconditionally

--- e b bortz
 

Friday, November 21, 2014

if you look long enough on big torch key

there might be an escape route
back from the mundane
that will reveal itself
maybe hidden just before the water
or right behind a misplaced road sign

it won't look like much
just a few well worn hoof or foot prints
like an old newspaper
before times new roman
took over the world 

--- e b bortz

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

first draft: life is a sea

conclusions from first contact with key west
& surrounding navigational maps
7305 days ago

you always need a safe harbor
or at least a cluster of mangroves

when coral becomes dead rock
rock becomes a road of trepidation
don't go barefooted

osprey see
far into the future

every pelican has the poise to lead
elect some to congress

from the barracuda
comes tenacity
from the sandpiper
community

find the patience
of a jellyfish
waiting for a rising tide

waves connect all beings
from the gulf of thailand to the mediterranean
from the source waters of kilimanjaro

a cajun band at the green parrot
was about as close as i got to mardi gras
     and then you danced like it was mardi gras

a sunset shadow
becomes a celebration
of sunrise

every storm seeks an eye
a tear is stronger than a poem

life is a sea
there is no final draft

--- e b bortz

Monday, November 10, 2014

iron ore strike update

near thanksgiving 1977
the strike ended
we went back to work
the layer of taconite dust
still in place
where we had left it in august

the machines started up
with reluctance

bodies moved across the grate
up steel steps & ladders
finding nothing mystical
in the grit
true or otherwise

sulfur exhaust
the chemistry
of the damned

concentrators
& combustion chambers
moving without emotion
firing thru the seasons

every ton
a landscape paid for
lungs without resilience
even thunder
turning away

--- e b bortz

Saturday, November 08, 2014

the politics of collapse

can't be bailed out
by wall street

a dry river
leaves a bad taste
in your mouth

for every carbon artery
there are a thousand
hemorrhaging forests

the crows
will not be silenced
they gather for the darkness

corn rows
left their calling cards
the silos all are empty

the money
of the desperate
has no collateral

there are sunspots
to pull you closer
call it void if you must

--- e b bortz
 

Wednesday, November 05, 2014

ambivalence

isn't the best word
to begin with
it has way too many
misleading ways
but the election is over
and the roosters came home
a long time ago
when very few
were paying attention
     don't look for a way forward
     here
all anyone can do
is feel what moves inside
and then
feel it again

find a tributary and let it touch you
before it dries up
shut off the noise
     sing while you still have a voice

--- e b bortz

(published in opednews.com, Nov 8, 2014)
 

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

earth note 306

there's a pile of gold
leaves
across the avenue
that should be left
to decay
& feed the soil

stall the blowers
with their own exhaust

listen for the starlings

--- e b bortz
 

Sunday, October 26, 2014

earth note 305

it feels like
the last warm hour
before the night chill
takes over

open hands
around a spinner
in the yard
cups the breeze just right

takes off in a burst
repetition turning
with illusions
of perpetual motion

this is what upsets
the blue jays
who know better
deep into the hillside

every stadium echo
is hollowed out
by wooden chimes
trembling rose of sharon

--- e b bortz
 

Friday, October 24, 2014

the river is my addiction

every step
unique
leads
to a new revelation
so it seems
like a shifting current
collides with the wind
never repeating itself

it's easy to miss
what's significant
my eye takes in the landscape
but once 

geese head to
lean-to shelters
     weeping riverbanks
ultimately
a flock

these are not
the whitecaps
of yesterday

nor tomorrow

--- e b bortz

(published in Antennae the Antennae,
Green Panda Press, Jan 2015)
 
 

Thursday, October 23, 2014

earth note 304

west park, pittsburgh

there's a method
to the shuffling 
through fallen leaves & acorns
     a hundred wild
     pecking bills & swimmers' feet
     have left lake elizabeth
     for a morning scavenge
     before the rain
     while the getting is still good

every goose lets everyone know
they are here to stay
ducks simply keep their heads down
squirrels tuck away in a frenzy
only to forget
what's in the store

the lake might freeze this winter
or maybe not

city bureaucrats
have covered all contingencies
new signs & authority misrules
     no ice skating
     no swimming
     no wading
     no pets

no eating   no drinking   no breathing

--- e b bortz

Friday, October 17, 2014

earth note 303

a cliff dweller
reaches from millennia
where hands formed
every angle with the sun
shading secrets
only a maker
knows

--- e b bortz

Sunday, October 12, 2014

earth note 302

fineview pittsburgh

lone hawk soaring & dives
traverses a radio tower
signals cold hill morning

who cares if there are
a few extra beats

--- e b bortz

Friday, October 10, 2014

a river is time

as much as distance
loose intervals
portions of summer
lost friends
     before the drive-ins all closed
trails were what you made of them
car windows steamed up
easily
'cause the heat was transparent
because that's the way
you wore it

a swim was a baptism
     explanation not needed

a boxing ring
     with circles instead of squares

the chimneys coughed
wheezed every morning
like the bartender moe

and the girls rolled up
their work-camp sleeves
& held your hand
even after the music
ended

--- e b bortz

Thursday, October 09, 2014

earth note 301

1.
the road mapped itself
from what i remember
out past the last hay bales
the prairies started rolling
the sun kept a round face
until dusk
even the crows seemed
to have their directions set
looking to bed down
on a distant bluff
like a call from the forest
before the dark
covered
everything

2.
the road had a unique vibration
of its own
empty & quiet for the most part
except when transitioning
between asphalt & concrete
the town lights came up suddenly
and then passed
like a silent acknowledgment

3.
farmers in coveralls
a crowded diner
stress on a dozen faces
promises broken
by bank notes
& inflated seed panaceas
all of it parched
like a river diverted
for the grease pits

4.
the road swayed
to the wind
western clouds breaking apart
wheat fields laboring
without hands
kneeling over
to touch
shadows
& loam

--- e b bortz

Monday, October 06, 2014

earth note 300

call it a day
to have an outdoor
cajun dance

wind northwest moves in
every tree in its own rhythm
beats a washboard

like any waltz
the steps seem somewhat
predictable

cept for the zydeco
coming thru
over the poplar tops

strings drown out
the sirens
greasy engines go quiet

for every distraction
there's a perfect escape
a new imagination

leaves never make a plan
to give up
untamed & no excuses

the sky a full blue
but by no means
filled

--- e b bortz
 

Wednesday, October 01, 2014

earth note 299

rain stripped every
carrier of soot
exploitation
a genetically modified bank statement
madmen hiding behind the wheel
at the helm
weaving in and out
of k & L gates & assorted
gated skyscrapers
extending out a hand
for three-card monte
to fool you
more than twice

if you see
the rain coming
leave the umbrella
at home

--- e b bortz
 

Monday, September 29, 2014

earth note 298

a full-blown sun
is running out the bottom
of a leaky bucket
so intense it'll be empty
before you know it

i need to find a way
to hide my impatience
with whatever comes next

there's nothing in spectator sports
to save
cept maybe the tailgates

so let me ride this
like a segue
outta the cities
toward the barrier islands
just this side
of the mangroves

--- e b bortz

Saturday, September 27, 2014

earth note 297

i'm still searching
the riverbanks
for a clue
about where this all
might be going

the waves come home
and then collapse
like an unfinished motion

the leaves get airborne
and then drop listlessly
to the water

i don't put much stock
in so-called intelligent life
after all it's got us
to where we're at

so i'll keep the moneychangers
out of this one

a crow is still a caw
if we're listening

don't conclude
this is a forfeiture

if you're still looking

--- e b bortz

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

earth note 296

the peaks from
the houses
are positioned perfectly
with the sun
     they print angles
     onto the avenue
     in black & white
with an overlay of the yellow lines
     suppressing all caution
green maple leaves
begin their ascension
to red & brown

--- e b bortz
 

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

movin on...no roadkill

the backpack was too big
for the bus overhead
so it went into
the luggage carrier
underneath
and as he slipped into
one of the seats
his book "planet walker"
opened up
     a lot of terrain to cover
     no doubt
and only one lifetime
to do it
so catching the bus
as far as nashville
was something of a shortcut
still leaving enough road ahead
for you to still earn
your
planet
stripes
     (sorry for the phony hierarchical phrasing)
but i wanted to break it down
for (who or whom?) ever
is keeping
the log

--- e b bortz

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

high techies

say that plastic is better
but it still looks like
cold steel
wrapped by american flag
incorporated

every shot rings thru the valley
brings the street closer
to the surface
of a pockmarked teenager
looking for kicks & liquor
with an abandoned streetcar track
called spring garden avenue

a ripped screen door
can still stop flies
when you're sedated

billboards proclaim
more cash for your house
and weapons
don't miss the upcoming
gun extravaganza

this is nothing like
the sharks & jets
camaraderie is so passe

the incorporates
make the speeches
drill the minds
never play
the taps

--- e b bortz