He Could Feel the Night
Begin to arrive
Like the toothpaste of his mother’s hug
On the back of a giant moon
John McKernan
Poetry
My Father’s Marble Collection Hundreds
Every single one gone Even the gray ones
the color of his eyes The black one
carved from coal shade of his hair
In the Language of the Lakota
Omaha
means both “flowing against the current” &
“spring is near”
Ben Jonson
claimed Spenser
wrote “no language”
I Love the Dictionary Meanings for Kern
In the OED
“a rough Irish foot soldier”
Room Service
The entrance to the Computer Lab opens like the oak
doors to a suite in the Plaza.
Vast threads of CD-ROM talk spiral around the white
The Shadow Beneath My Corpse Is Always
In training He loves pretending he is
A layer of skin Peeled from Death's moonburnt
When the Ghost of Weldon Kees Visited
Our high school in Omaha
None of us knew it was Weldon Kees
Waiter I Would Like a Dish of Feebly
Please Waitress More feebly please! This is
The orangest feebly I have eaten In a long time
I Abused My Father
Almost every chance
I could get As a child
Dear Y.
Dear Y.
What are you doing? Everyone I know is drunk. Everyone Iknow died. Everyone I know told me it would be all right but he had to write his mother-in-law for the go-ahead on a meal ticket. He drives it to school everyday.
The Season
Oh it’s Christmas time in Omaha Nebraska!
“Almost alive” red lips say through the panes.
His blue eye, his brown eye, his chipped ear.