Poem a Day 2025

hungry eyes

at tonight's screening

of paris, texas

i’ve never seen so many people

in this dingy room

and i come here

a lot

a lot of young men

of a certain kind, maybe

they’d like to be the 

dog as lonely man

man as lonely dog

to wear the lonely cap

red

to slice it through 

the desert sky

i’m here with 

a man 

intensely phobic of reality

a life clattered with old things

engineered to prevent

the weight of knowing firsthand

this place

and time

well 

this approach is 

perfect for imagining there were

better times

times when 

when a lonely dog man could

be beautiful

eating nothing

in bed wanting someone 

to care about

the shoes and hair

peculiarities

someone to forgive the 

habits worn deep

to erase

life

someone’s here

not knowing

the dust-up

how

the light was just

the same

and how 

it's been like this

the you role

the me role

if i’m the girl 

behind the glass

if i’m the boy 

blowing in the wind

if we’re sand 

it's still 

bone hard

to be bored with

the obvious beauty 

of your life

to clear the screen

around the 

terrible edges

of the adult 

world

in my eyes 

i’d like 

to be the parent

to love as a 

motion picture

then when the wind blows 

to leave my family

behind

to do the bad thing

and be forgiven

cheek rivulets made good

in warm light

of whatever media

captures

dust to 

fact

fact to energy

energy back 

at long last 

into 

light