Monday, March 30, 2015


The UK is talking of Brexit
even if no one elects it.
The demagogue shrieks
and goes red in the cheeks:
“If there’s no case then up we should sex it!”

Friday, May 24, 2013

definition: haiku

haiku: state of mind
much more complicated than
counting syllables

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Motivational meta-poem

If at verse you don’t succeed
try to rhyme again.
Or better still:
Skip structure, shake off stricture
and let the need
to read the meter
take you where it will.

No rules but the hard and fast;
nothing to live up to but centuries past;
no one to impress but
your self.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Thursday, October 25, 2012


A lobbyist down on his knees --
the Commissioner immune to his pleas --
said “Sir, everything’s fine,
you won’t have to resign.
Now please don’t be such a Maltease.”

Thursday, July 5, 2012

rhymes with banker (2012 remix)

haircut in the dock,
white, hot under the collar
in sweat-stained chalk stripe

Monday, July 2, 2012

Europe bails

A compromise hammered out,
during months of debate --
now the real work begins,
and not a moment too late.
We roll up our sleeves and start
right away --
in September, that is,
after the holiday.

Friday, May 25, 2012

g&t asap

botanical bubbles rise
through the proof of your
mouth to your eyes
as the tang on tip of your
tongue complies.
‘tis the season
to be lime* squeezin --
you can’t get
too pissed with every
sip so sun-kissed.
(*or lemon if you insist)

Monday, March 12, 2012

gasoline dream

The price of gas cannot be
counted in dollars and cents
or even parts per million;
but it is high
none the less.
No, the real test
is whether after filling
up you have enough
left to buy 
back the sky.

Friday, February 17, 2012

blueprint for a roadmap

join our consultation,
turn your white paper green
or, even, non-
civil society’s best practices
are being exchanged
and your contribution

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Heartland haiku

climate denier:
chill bumps from the brain-freeze drain
the sound of science

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Limerick Santorum

There once was a man named Santorum
who stormed the electoral forum.
His primary appeal
was political zeal,
with which for Romney a new one he tore him.

Twitter Conjugation

M. Sarkozy, ecoutez et repetez:
Je twis,
Tu twis,
Il/elle twit
Nous twittons
Vous twittez
Ils/elles twittent

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

of all the greatest, love

will feed you
a ready steady diet
of pop martyrs –
they’re better than burned out;
forget about the fadeaway.
They shall suffer first
in the public eye
and make us share
the pain.
The artist may be gone
but the business
beats on.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Friday, February 19, 2010

tiger wept

Drop everything.

A man who plays a game
and wears a logo
for a living is going to tell us
his troubles.
"He will be putting from the rough,"
some commentator will surely note,
"I don't think he'll get a gimme."
There will be tears of sincerity
and promises made. Or even kept.
Tiger wept.
Well then who knows where he slept?
I care as much about that
as I do
the swoosh

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

roman holiday

It was at Kitzbuhel, not Gstaad
where I saw Polanski--up close--
in a skislope cafeteria line, red snowsuit size small,
sliding slowly along the rails
a tray of wiener schnitzel mit pommes und ketchup
Like Everybody Else.

He had his two young children with him.
Like Everybody Else.

I wanted to say, "Hey, nice work on 'Chinatown'"
but didn't. As usual, faced with a celebrity icon, I fell silent.

Now I remember and think:
Do we forgive a man a heinous crime
because of his art, or because
his life has been filled with tragedy
or because he only did what everybody else
was doing in Jack and Anjelica's Casa California
or because an asshole judge lied to him
or because the French crypto-intelligentsia
says it must be so?

Maybe. But probably not.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

gauche caviar

"Is Socialism dead?" my morning headline so screams.
Europe's Left can't get anything right, it seems.
Just when Capitalism is raw red meat for Michael Moore
the only dark specter haunting us is a bore.
Anyway what about "dangerous European Socialism" does America fear:
six weeks vacation, longer life, fitter health, better beer?

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