Wednesday, December 20, 2006

rage of the poetry critic

as shit-laden stallion hoof beats
pound white
like empire gentry

and the words coming
from the margins
kept marginalized
concrete this
cut-up that
who really knows
the origin of the beat
the sound
wasting away
a gutter’s rag
can be honorable
infidel labor

--- e b bortz

Friday, December 15, 2006

my eyelids

slamming shut
never stopped me
from writing a poem
fact is
maybe it could help
someone said my driving
might improve also
haven’t tried it
traffic is a lot noisier
when your eyes are closed
just heard a dog yelp out the back window
not my dog
his paws are scratching the floor
behind me
this might be good therapy
for politicians & generals
close your eyes
shut the fuck up
& listen

--- e b bortz

Monday, December 11, 2006

earth note 103

the snow was still white
on the fifteen year photo
from the laurentides
the brightest day
of that year
covered your face
with doubt
& wonder

--- e b bortz

(published in split w*sky, December 2006)

(published in Trumpet Call, Green Panda Press, 2012)