The Disintegration of Matter

The persistence of memory
Splitting
across conflicting schools of thought –

Suspended over the exterior world,
I am
immersed in the interior
landscape of the mind.

The uncertainty principle of
the exterior world
criss-crosses against
my father Freud
to a point where
all I can see is
a wedding dress
and broken glass.

The barren landscape
points in no other direction but
towards nuclear physics
and the annihilation of
Hiroshima.

wordplay

my mouth
runs away
from my brain.

the other day
i inadvertently
mentioned
in a question

that i thought
my boss suggested
i sleep with her husband.

A Face I Will Never Forget

Today
Frannie and I met for lunch.
New Wave Cafe
has excellent salads
and bacon crisped
with charred edges
that melt in your mouth.

I saw Bones across the street.
I noticed his ribs first, his foster mother second.
She stopped at our table on her pass
back to their home in Queen Village.

He has the sweetest eyes
when you pet him
he looks up to you,
it's as if he knows
that this moment
is forever,
that this day
is the only one,
and your hand
on his head
is all he needs.

If you stop
he will wait
for you to come back
for your finger tips
to find his chin.
All those scars
aren't getting
deeper, nor lighter either,
and they can wait -
for he is his namesake,
he will always
be Bones -

But for one moment
on the corner of
a clear, crisp day
with a breakable sky,
Bones has his moment
and I have mine.