By Able | September 7, 2005
what confused me more
than the Earths’ growing
was that they said the Devil
did it to help the nomadic family
By Able | September 7, 2005
ten thousand embers galaxied
like an evening mass
three forgotten children
mouthing seat-belts
my cup is half-full
at times, until prayer
that vine of yellow blossoms
beautiful, though covering Blind Child
the most thankful farmer
taking soil for granted
By Able | September 7, 2005
carry the raincoat and get soaked
what do you have that can’t be sold?
two days of rain, now a green lawn
By Able | August 29, 2005
wednesday at the park
towne center became
an anthill where
bmw blackcat’s
tore like sawteeth
through a plank
at 23 miles a gallon
back and forth
back and forth
By Able | August 29, 2005
over there a bucket sits
with last nights numbers in it
they spill out
black and white
in love we have two names
this one is worn
a cowboy whipped his oldest
with it on his belt
young man
bent over a knee
still can’t read
“eight, nine…”
it’s too much
just to keep quiet
downstairs in a tent of sheets
laughter settles distant
the garage floor- cold!
cut heel on broken glass
three fading steps
from a leaking gasket
crushing cans
“eighteen, nineteen…”
binoculars used for hunting
sit […]
By Able | August 29, 2005
as he approached the streets
empty walls put away
four hundred gates
without ringing sundown
swung back
and went in
By Able | August 21, 2005
she set
two letters
thirty points
won her only
a smile
victory was mine
this time
By Able | August 18, 2005
the coiled neck of a goose
allowing rest for
not nearly enough to be
a flock
these winged migrants
i am near them
hiding behind the vibrations of cicadas
their loose interpretation of creation
a breeze lasts longer here
taking breath from an audience
drinking it in with a sketchbook glass
six take dry shade as a mistress
search for feed in the weeds, and raise
a white eyelid for rest
one makes himself […]
By Able | August 16, 2005
a stuffed bear with
tinkertoys as arms
danced by an armchair
singing songs of circus
circling the magazines in
a figure-eight swiftly
sitting down silently
then made bubble sounds
through spit and sorrow
as a sparrow-headed
spaniel shouted
“sing another! sing another!”