DFA Writes

colors… February 5, 2009

hold the hat
for the man in the
black
cape.

your life-
white wonderbread against
pumpernikol
when
the color of our hearts hold the
judgments in our heads.

the time for smiles is gone,
mr. freeze.
why can’t you see

Space. February 5, 2009

it’s too bad your car
is so common.
every time i see one that looks like
it, my heart leaps.
and then i remeber
i remeber that your car
is almost 1,ooo,ooo,ooo miles away;

down the next block,
over one street
and around that little corner-
and then your door.

not far, but far enough to keep me
here
and you…
you never go anywhere anyway.

Here’s my ode… February 4, 2009

O, freakish untensil
Your shame I shall hide
O, wondrous monster
I shall stay by your side.
A man and a woman
of different tastes
call for two tools.
“Find her a spoon
to bring her her soup.”
“Find him a fork
to bring him his meat.”
I reject this.
Just as the man and wife wed,
so, too, the spoon
and the fork.
Just as marriage makes two one,
yet more than one,
so, too, with the spork.
Though some rebuke thee–
“Twisted,” they say, “and vile.”–
They know not the nature of beauty.
O, freakish utensil
Two blend in one head.
O, wondrous monster
With you I am fed.