Riverton

Designs by Chrysler
And timelessness like
Joni Mitchell
Interrupting sips
From what Alyson didn’t want

Sisters of good friends
Took out their needles
In exchange for
Discarded furniture adorned with
The trusting profiles of
Churchill and Stalin
Under the banner of Time

Mexican families mourned:
The mothers and fathers sat and ate
And the children rode their
Skateboards laughing

The sun was half-way to tomorrow

In a chair I broke under my own weight
I sat ineptly twirling a baton
He told me it was an invention of the French farmers,
A story as half-cooked as the origin of the Bartlett Pear

Life on Riverton is nice
Happiness finds itself here
In the perfection of these people,
My friends,
And the Mexicans next door

Nina

The uncertainty and fear a lone soldier must face,
When standing in the battlefield of his final resting place,
The silence of the wisest man, who contemplates steadfast,
All the regretful decisions of his future, present, and past,
The seething rage locked behind contemptuous eyes,
Shadowing the soul of a man who wish’d everyone dies,
The wonderment and awe harbored in the mind,
Of an astronaut in space, floating through time,
Where man meets the ocean on the shores of his feeling,
He will become quiet and aware that he himself is now kneeling.
For the many grains of sand that surround his feet,
Merely one is enough to contain all that is he.
It’s our Mother, the ocean that surpasses, with joy,
Any emotion man has felt, when she looks at her boy.