white abortion crosses

pristine fields of
white abortion crosses
harken to
population control in action
a more sustainable planet

the brilliant blinding light of
ten thousand
white abortion crosses
a tribute to
avoided suffering
negated custody cases
deciding against
incompatible marriages

monument of
transcended dogma
rationality
modernization
evolution

utopiac pastures
of white abortion crosses
bravely into the future

Rare to see
fire and guard truck
roaring down the interstate

I don’t understand the system that is driving
how does it work so well
and also fail so often

Dad tells me there’s a new young
universe, haven’t you heard

He was stuck in traffic when some
teens loped across. From this to that to this.

robert seydel 1960-2011

yesterday one of my college professors died
it's a strange feeling
being so removed from college
i only had robert for my last class at hampshire
he helped with my documentary
gave me some useful advice
but otherwise i didn't know him that well
i don't know how he died
he was scheduled to teach photography classes this spring
in the papers
they say he was a very kind gentle person
and dedicated professor
known for his probing intellect
and dedication to his students

Sometimes he went to the office without having slept, his hair in an uproar of love after leaving the letter in the prearranged hiding place so that Fermina Diaz would find it on her way to school.
-Gabriel Garcia Marquez

In a college a boy with hair in his face
and on his face
sat at the long oval table
and said
WHEN THE WORD IT IS UTTERED
IT IS CUT OFF COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY
FROM THE UTTERER
AND IT BECOMES A FORCE OF ITS OWN.
I said, with my messy hair, in a messy bun
DON'T KID WITH ME
A WORD IS NOT ALIVE
IT HAS NO NUCLEUS
IT NEEDS SOMEONE TO READ IT.

And the sexy/ugly charming professor said
NOW NOW.

this momentous thing

Today I cleaned my computer and eliminated the folder called 'art stuff'.

because it had everything in it.

contents dispersed yield:

this momentus thing,

another poem about

Being an artist!

that I have written so many times before.

say it in hushed tones or swallow. when I say it I cringe.

it feels so much like what I was already doing,

except now (fulfillment of an ideal) I don't feel so much like I'm waiting for something else

to come along.

it's self-packaging all the time these days

a million opportunities for rejection. mood swing revelation.

these moments with myself that I wonder are connective or delusion.

you already know what you'll say to yourself, so does it count as a poem?

writing it down messily on a scrap of paper

and putting it on her wall. waiting to be made:

you already made that decision,

or, you already know what to do!

or, when you don't know, its not time to know.

or, it's urgent when its urgent.

or, everything is an example

or, pruning the family tree

or, rachel comes up with a truism for everything she imagines she'll ever experience!!

and then,

writes it down messily on a scrap of paper

and puts it on her wall, waiting to be made