Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Published: Chantarelle's Notebook (On Line) April 2011
Dusty candles stuck in cola bottlenecks along the curbsides
Flicker nervously against the evening traffic
Sea breeze flavored with the scent of ethanol exhaust and lipstick
Little altars set by fire plugs, street-side tree trunks
Doorway entrance steps and stop signs
Offer small protection.
Cigarettes are left
A bit of candy
Shiny coins . . . still new
Made worthless by spectacular inflation . . . time and place
Small offerings left for spirit gods displaced by fire and greed
Their forests gone forever
Forced to live upon the streets of Rio de Janeiro
With their people
Sleeping on the sidewalks
Homeless servants, petty thieves and whores
These ancient spirit gods are angry
They will have revenge.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Published: Blue Collar Review Winter 2011
The Bindery First Night
Enthralled at first
In awe of this great space
The clatter of dark green machinery
Metropolis of movement
Long conveyor belts with snake-like curves
That rattle on ten thousand metal rollers
More than fifty employees
All of us moving at top speed.
At one of fourteen stations
I load paper into hoppers that are quickly emptied
A warning buzzer sounds
Go faster . . . faster . . . pallet loads of pages.
Sweating on this concrete floor
Under the unforgiving grid of bare fluorescent lights
Eight hours running back and forth
Between the pallets and the bins.
On my way home
Thank God it's over
Ears are ringing
Pray I'm not too tired to sleep.