He once knew could still remember
which buttons not to push?
He once knew how to coax a smile
elicit a wish.
Grandpa may have pondered over
the cost
long before
time’s door clamped tightly shut
before the last flames were extinguished
what they
would resort to
to get
and keep that soulful instrument.
He must’ve known
how they would
justify their crime
long into the black night
when he was rudely awoken
by the last howl of the refugees
now silent and
covered by venal snow.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Christmas
Clarence the angel
Has to earn his wings.
Raring to go
It’s been two hundred years
Since he died.
The hour draws near.
Mary and George Bailey
Are ready for a miracle.
Sweet blessings are fulfilled this night.
Has to earn his wings.
Raring to go
It’s been two hundred years
Since he died.
The hour draws near.
Mary and George Bailey
Are ready for a miracle.
Sweet blessings are fulfilled this night.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
My Shadow
My shadow left
last night. He fell
heavy down the stair
bent the frame of my life
and lay
eyes glazed half shut
on top of the damp cement.
He left
waiting for me
to pick up his peaceful sleep
heave it into the back
of my pick-up
and deposit it
without ceremony
into a dumpster.
The loss crushes
squarely,
tamps
down my ambition
leaves it to drown
in a surge of regret
searching for logic
in a meaningless well
of recent history.
He left me
to find my way alone
through the green valley
now gray from a traveling flood
deep within the Ko’olau range.
I am sleepless but not defeated.
I am empty inside
without your wet nuzzle.
I will remember you warmly
throughout these shadow less days
to come. I will recall
you pitching your chew bone
high into the clouds
and then catching it firmly and
gently within your canine grasp
your muscular frame racing to meet me
following and inspecting my
every move, I am lost
right now without you, my loyal shadow.
last night. He fell
heavy down the stair
bent the frame of my life
and lay
eyes glazed half shut
on top of the damp cement.
He left
waiting for me
to pick up his peaceful sleep
heave it into the back
of my pick-up
and deposit it
without ceremony
into a dumpster.
The loss crushes
squarely,
tamps
down my ambition
leaves it to drown
in a surge of regret
searching for logic
in a meaningless well
of recent history.
He left me
to find my way alone
through the green valley
now gray from a traveling flood
deep within the Ko’olau range.
I am sleepless but not defeated.
I am empty inside
without your wet nuzzle.
I will remember you warmly
throughout these shadow less days
to come. I will recall
you pitching your chew bone
high into the clouds
and then catching it firmly and
gently within your canine grasp
your muscular frame racing to meet me
following and inspecting my
every move, I am lost
right now without you, my loyal shadow.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Loose Optimism
Cool sun
dries dark tear stains
red tea roses climb up
a gray wall barricade dead house
dreams crushed.
Black couch
leather harvests
mold spores, dead insects mass
along border, red spiders head
clean-up.
Red rose
rescues spirit
blackness leaves horizon
pregnant with well-fed deceit
black hole.
House waits
for new owners
to repaint ruddy walls
black fish jump, swim pond’s boundary
life peaks.
Red sun
trails moon
lifts morning’s black cover
chasing loose dreams like a lover
best prize.
dries dark tear stains
red tea roses climb up
a gray wall barricade dead house
dreams crushed.
Black couch
leather harvests
mold spores, dead insects mass
along border, red spiders head
clean-up.
Red rose
rescues spirit
blackness leaves horizon
pregnant with well-fed deceit
black hole.
House waits
for new owners
to repaint ruddy walls
black fish jump, swim pond’s boundary
life peaks.
Red sun
trails moon
lifts morning’s black cover
chasing loose dreams like a lover
best prize.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Habilitat Presents: Cornelia DeDona: Letters to a Prisoner
Happy Holidays!
I will be on local TV in Hawaii in January, put this on your calendars and thanks for watching!
Habilitat Presents: Cornelia DeDona: Letters to a Prisoner
1/11/11 Tue 6:00 pm FOCUS 49
1/12/11 Wed 1:00 pm FOCUS 49
1/13/11 Thu 8:00 am OAHU 52
1/14/11 Fri 3:00 pm FOCUS 49
I will be on local TV in Hawaii in January, put this on your calendars and thanks for watching!
Habilitat Presents: Cornelia DeDona: Letters to a Prisoner
1/11/11 Tue 6:00 pm FOCUS 49
1/12/11 Wed 1:00 pm FOCUS 49
1/13/11 Thu 8:00 am OAHU 52
1/14/11 Fri 3:00 pm FOCUS 49
Friday, December 10, 2010
Bumbucha Dreams
Bruno and Zeus stay howling.
Da blast
skyrockets me towards Pluto
where I crash land.
One blue-tongued plutonian
points at
plenty kanes, all named Lars
in der bebadeez.
Dey ski past.
Shoots, I follow dem.
Seconds pass, I ripped
from da blue tundra
by one nodda wail.
I spock da ambulance
speeding from da North Shore.
I stay talking Italian
to one Russian tita
wit one blue smile.
I drink one beeg Slurpee.
Da siren no’moa.
I ski to da fewcha
wea ereteeng blue.
I jettin wit Willie K.
on top da ocean.
Garrens!
Wat dat mean cuz?
Da blast
skyrockets me towards Pluto
where I crash land.
One blue-tongued plutonian
points at
plenty kanes, all named Lars
in der bebadeez.
Dey ski past.
Shoots, I follow dem.
Seconds pass, I ripped
from da blue tundra
by one nodda wail.
I spock da ambulance
speeding from da North Shore.
I stay talking Italian
to one Russian tita
wit one blue smile.
I drink one beeg Slurpee.
Da siren no’moa.
I ski to da fewcha
wea ereteeng blue.
I jettin wit Willie K.
on top da ocean.
Garrens!
Wat dat mean cuz?
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