The Altar
And the sky will grow dark but not go out
The omnipresent neon signs
That never switches off, extinguishes
Or exits in this carnival of skyscraper mirrors, fried foods
Fast ecstasies, jumbo TVs, they advertise the world
Endless crowds and their information
Tight wire act texting spellbound myths into
The electronic divide
At celebrations ball, multicolored, multidimensional
Instruments no longer line up for the latest Broadway hits
YouTube, Facebook video hi-jinks
Forever leaving a trail on the web
Of not so silent tongues ready to scream
At Times Square, where once a year
Everyone’s voice is heard…
By Micah Zevin 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
(Christmas) Nightmare of the odd variety...
(Christmas) Nightmare
The Teddy Bear ornament with three heads
is staring at me with its contented plaster smile
like I am a bowl of oatmeal and it is going
to steal me away to its cave, no!, not for a cup of
egg nog, but to gnaw on my chewy bones by an
open fire, and share me with the bear cubs
who will silence my screams and bury
my bones with my memories,
under a large pine tree
somewhere off the highway...
by Micah Zevin (2009)
The Teddy Bear ornament with three heads
is staring at me with its contented plaster smile
like I am a bowl of oatmeal and it is going
to steal me away to its cave, no!, not for a cup of
egg nog, but to gnaw on my chewy bones by an
open fire, and share me with the bear cubs
who will silence my screams and bury
my bones with my memories,
under a large pine tree
somewhere off the highway...
by Micah Zevin (2009)
Thursday, February 19, 2009
If only it could take us higher...?!!!
Anxiety
The dollars in your pocket have been
Transformed into Chinese Paper Mache
Stars of origami shaped into airplanes
And thrown into the silent sea to perish
In these low times, it would be nice
To get high—
by Micah Zevin 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
The past brings back memories in the present...
Abandonment
In sunglasses and baseball cap
She enters, her cane ahead of her
Purple and white sun dress. She sits
In front of the computer and enters her
Number.
“When I was young I wanted to be a
Veterinarian. I use to work with animals
I’d like to take that pit-bull home. He’s been
Outside for hours and seems so melancholy”
When we open the doors the next day
She is the first in line. She points toward
The empty food dish with wrinkled finger
She looks as sad as the pit-bull before
Animal control came take him away.
by Micah Zevin 2009
In sunglasses and baseball cap
She enters, her cane ahead of her
Purple and white sun dress. She sits
In front of the computer and enters her
Number.
“When I was young I wanted to be a
Veterinarian. I use to work with animals
I’d like to take that pit-bull home. He’s been
Outside for hours and seems so melancholy”
When we open the doors the next day
She is the first in line. She points toward
The empty food dish with wrinkled finger
She looks as sad as the pit-bull before
Animal control came take him away.
by Micah Zevin 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Does Purity Exist?
At the Market
The women looked stern
All had bunions and were going to sue
They wrinkled up their faces and shook
Their collective heads not willing to speak
She did not ask them anything else
She was always working on her virginity
At the church house where he lived
Although she did not want to marry
The devils would come out at night
Criticizing and admiring their carved chests
The dye in their hair was greasy
The women removed all their rich clothes
Then arranging their hair in various knots
And fringes—
by Micah Zevin 2009
The women looked stern
All had bunions and were going to sue
They wrinkled up their faces and shook
Their collective heads not willing to speak
She did not ask them anything else
She was always working on her virginity
At the church house where he lived
Although she did not want to marry
The devils would come out at night
Criticizing and admiring their carved chests
The dye in their hair was greasy
The women removed all their rich clothes
Then arranging their hair in various knots
And fringes—
by Micah Zevin 2009
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Are you awake William Blake?
Heaven in Reverse
The passive aggressive angel cursed me in my sleep
And vowed to hit me over the head with a “real” mallet
Not the Acme cartoon variety. They did not want to
Waste their time on someone who would not reveal
Themselves. It was none of their business.
I had a cloak of invisibility.
by Micah Zevin 2008
The passive aggressive angel cursed me in my sleep
And vowed to hit me over the head with a “real” mallet
Not the Acme cartoon variety. They did not want to
Waste their time on someone who would not reveal
Themselves. It was none of their business.
I had a cloak of invisibility.
by Micah Zevin 2008
Reading is not always so fundamental a right...
Functionally Illiterate
The man in the corner over there, on the
Right hand side is eating a bagel while
Glancing at the bill. He raises an eyebrow.
He thinks he has been charged for something he
Did not order. He will read your mind although
He will never see or analyze your words on the page.
He will not ask permission to go through your dirty laundry.
He will only look for the addresses chalk line scribbled
On the front of your garbage can. He knows you are not
Too far away. He will wait until you come.
Micah Zevin 2008
The man in the corner over there, on the
Right hand side is eating a bagel while
Glancing at the bill. He raises an eyebrow.
He thinks he has been charged for something he
Did not order. He will read your mind although
He will never see or analyze your words on the page.
He will not ask permission to go through your dirty laundry.
He will only look for the addresses chalk line scribbled
On the front of your garbage can. He knows you are not
Too far away. He will wait until you come.
Micah Zevin 2008
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