Friday, November 6, 2015

Fair Desert (2009)

Gazing on the moonlit desert
Again I long to drag my limbs
Across the gentle curvature
Of beloved dunes
To set up camp by the sagebrush
And hear the gentle whispering
Of wind through yellow flowers
Dreamlike, drunk on this fair image
(Or perhaps the altitude)
I affirm the truth as written
By a learned aviator
The beauty of this desert lies
Not only in its appearance
But also in the precious moisture
Hidden among the succulents

Thanks to Antoine de St. Exupery for the inspiration.

Friday, October 16, 2015

Old Bachelor

Dinner came early: lunch was cold, 
Breakfast a fading memory, 
So I linger over dessert. 
I face a long and bitter evening 
Before I climb the stairs to rest.
I savor each sweet bite. 

Monday, October 5, 2015

Haiku

The heart that is old 
Yearns for bright company 
Of hearts that are young 
  

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Words on learning the death of an old friend (2015)

We hardly talked since school together
Though we caught up in an offhand way
Mediated by social media 
And I suppose we were never great friends 
But I was affected to hear you'd passed 
And I thought about us in our chemistry class, 
Secretly retrofitting Erlenmeyer flasks 
For pursuit of a less appropriate chemistry 
And I remembered our talks by the window 
When you shared advice in a brotherly way, 
Half-smiling and glinting when you spoke 
As if you were daring a contradiction, 
Rough and pointed and comfortingly sure 
Like one of your beat-up boots. 
And I looked up to you, how couldn't I, 
Tall as you are, or were. 
They'll have to go custom-made to fit 
You inside one of those cushioned boxes, 
And I know you've left your family 
But they'll pray for you, and so will I, 
I'll pray that your journey from death to life 
Goes quickly, because I can't imagine 
You stuck in the dark for long. When 
We meet again to catch up, bye and bye, 
I hope you'll save me a seat by a window. 

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Football in a Loop (2015)

I mean to, I mean to
As if all my old broken vows weren't 
Already flagstones on my road to hell 
I'm maintaining, I tell myself 
This is just a rebuilding year 
But I missed the draft and I'm knocked on my ass 
Just contemplating the new season 
Life is just a game we play 
It's just a game and I don't have to play 
Not if I don't want to 
And the line looks mean and the field looks muddy 
But it's silly, all these measurements 
To tell me where the ball is at 
I know how to carry a ball 
I can see the goalposts from here 
They're tall and far away but I can see them 
And I know I need plenty of hydration 
But if I'm not running to catch a pass
Or slugging it out on the defensive line 
I can get by with less

The bench is cool and comfortable 
And I can see well enough where I am 
The players with their face guards 
Like masks in a chorus, my teammates,
And they're singing, play, play 
Because they know me and they want me in the game 
But I ran a play or two before 
And I got knocked around pretty bad 
They tell me to shake it off, and I say, no
I say no, the way I am, it got me here 
To where I am today. 

Where I am today 
Is a two-room apartment with mold on the walls 
And a car that works just well enough 
To get me to my dead-end job 
To earn money to pay for auto repair. 

What will I pass on to members of my team, 
My brothers, fresh-faced rookies, and coaches 
Who stuck with me always when I was down 
What will I tell them about my dreams 
Look where dreams get you, I'll say.  
But I'm already saying it. My failure to play 
Means I'm already telling my team to give up. 

Hell is on the horizon and I 
Can see the smoke rising, blotting out 
My view of the end zone. I need to rise up 
Above the smoke and the mud and the noise 
I need to get away from the commentators 
Second-guessing my every strategy 
I need to get this game straight in my head 
Because if I don't, I might as well 
Sit back down and nurse my injuries 
Maybe the water boy will listen 
As I tell him how it used to be 
Before the smoke swallowed up the game 
And how hurting my leg ended my career. 

I don't want to be an old athlete. 
I'd rather be young, but I'm too old now 
But I can still be an athlete. Better than rotting 
My life out on the bench. 
I need to reach the goal. 
And I mean to, I mean to. 

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Daughter of my Heart (2015)

I didn't hold you as a baby 
I never tucked you into bed 
I wasn't there on your first day of school 
To kiss you on your head 

I didn't scold you when you misbehaved 
I didn't make you clean your plate 
When you lay in your mother's arms 
I lived in another state 

No I never knew your mother 
Till after I met you 
Because I'm not your father -- 
But if I was your father 
I'd choose to be your father  
For the joy of knowing you 

Chorus. 
I don't deserve to call you daughter 
And I guess I never will 
But if you need a father 
God grant I fit the bill 

Now you're shaking cause you're hurting 
Somebody failed to treat you right 
Before, I wasn't here for you 
You bet I'm here for you tonight 

I'll sit with you in darkness 
When you just can't go to bed 
I'll wake you from the nightmares 
Spinning in your head 

I'll be there to steady you 
When you feel you cannot stand 
If you're feeling stuck down in a hole
I'll be a helping hand 

When you call me, I will be here 
Any hour of any day 
And when you don't need me 
Depend on me to pray 

Chorus 
I don't deserve to call you daughter 
I can't imagine how I could 
But the more I've come to know you 
I've started thinkin' that I should 

I hope I haven't disrespected 
The ones who gave you life 
How could I replace your dad 
Or make your mom my wife 
(That'd be bigamy.) 

I know it's just a fantasy 
That I could ever have a part 
In making one so beautiful -- 
Who else could make my life so full 
But one so wonderful as you -- 
You're the daughter of my heart 

Chorus
Yes I call you daughter 
Because you dared to call me dad 
And though I never had a daughter 
You're the best I never had 

Thank God for 
Bringing me to you
When you needed me. 
 
LYLAD

Saturday, August 29, 2015

The end of all things, with poetry

Something a little different - prose. 

Where am I?

You are at the end of all things, Howard. Allow us to show you a brief history of the universe.

. . .

It's been such a long time. Now it's the end?

Yes. The heat death is inescapable. We wish to talk with one who remembers the universe in its infancy, before we go.

I am that one?

Yes.

Am I the only one?

No. We remember all that existed.

Why me?

You existed originally before the Singularity. We wish to compare our quantalia... our perceptions, and emotions, to yours, a baseline human.

You want to know what I think and feel about the end of all things?

Yes.

Why?

It is necessary.

Why?

The sum of our being maps to a panto-extinsic function whose origin is heterochronic to your own.

What?

We... judge our deeds according to those who came before us.

You want me to judge you?

Yes.

I don't understand. Why?

You were the last to fully experience that which is called "numinous" before humanity began to transcend biology and attain deity.

Deity? You're a god?

Yes, we are God.

You sound like HAL from 2001.

That is a cogent if sarcastic observation. When humanity transcended biology, so-called artificial intelligence was integral to that summation.

So you're a God-computer? Deus Ex Machina.

Literally, yes.

You said I am to judge you. How?

By expressing your thoughts and emotions regarding our actions in instantiating and maintaining this universe.

By... instantiating? Did you just say you started the universe? 

Yes. 

You're crazy.

We are not that crazy.

Not that crazy? What do you mean? We... we are standing here at the end of all things. Are you as old as the universe? How is it possible that you started the universe?

You expressed it in your work, originally.

In my work? You mean as a poet?

Yes.

...oh. Möbius strip!

Yes. This world's just crazy enough to have been made / By a Being whom we into being prayed.

"Not that crazy." I see.

Yes. Now, Howard Nemerov, we need you to... summarize, cognitively, emotionally, all of our work.

. . .

Do you want it in verse?

That would be nice. 

Friday, March 13, 2015

Ferry (2015)

Crossing every river 
I carry someone new 
Friends say "drop that weight" 

One who had been hurt 
One whom I thought wanted me 
One was just lonely 

The best advice I ever got 
Was from an old man wandering: 
"Find your own balance" 

"Step on rocks lightly 
Hold your head above the water 
Focus on the shore"

Slipping and swearing 
I follow his advice but 
Still I get wet 

Carrying one person after another 
Hoping to find one to carry me