Freshman Ahoy!

Freshman Ahoy!

Kim arrives from high school in Texas . Curls dangle
Over a tied top and the exact blue double-knit pants
That show the shape she wants. Most are too small
Or two skinny here, and that means it is bound to
Feed on itself until, ten years hence, our women
May become unappetizing. Still, the go-go glasses
Are dark framed hipster ovals that draw you in.
Weight or no weight, nose or no nose, smile or
No smile. Then he speaks, “when I’m
In a relationship I am much more masculine.
We have four men in our house, and I haven’t
Had sex with any of them, but there are
Never any women at the house so we have
To express both sides. We’re more in touch
With our feminine side.” Kim elbows her friend
As she moves in on this guy, who is explaining
So much. “But is this the truth? Or are you just
Saying this as part of our conversation?” Which
Proves that we are in a college town. Then Kim
Utters flirts, and flings herself at him. Go Heels.

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November 8, 2002, Bald Head Island

November 8, 2002, Bald Head Island

Three pelicans cut through the most amazing sky.
One freighter chugs under orange streams.
Foam jiggles and walks with you,
Turning in to wave good-bye. Bald Head
Pushes me past my comfort to a
Place I fear, and yet create in. How
Sea sticks bundle, how wind pushes mavericks
To colorize the world, how Luc and Vincenzo
Snap a picture to make big Doug happy.
Now tears, representing years of strange
Persistence, perhaps about to pay off. Oh
Yeah, here comes London baby, and
Ireland too. “Hi from Tad,” the sun says
As a ring between gray clouds, poking
Contrast into the last moments of the day.

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Jog

Jog

The city of bouncing hair comes alive in winter
As the usual joggers, on display, pick the most
Crowded roads to work out on. Hair of every
Imaginable color flips side to side above bodies that,
To the naked eye, appear to be perfect already.
Jog on young damsels, and perhaps one day
Just the right Benz-driving law student will
Holler out his window as he flashes by. Then,
Two days later, same street, same time, he’ll return,
Dressed in gym shorts for the first time in years,
To jog in hopes of “accidentally” running into you.
Strategic jogging calls for catching you right at the
Corner of Franklin and Boundary as the light turns
Against your ability to flee. Then, in a moment
Of rapture, fully out of breath, he runs-in-place
And pops a question. “Jog here often?” To which
You smugly answer, “Not really,” which sets in motion
A blossoming crocus of late February, followed by many
Dogwood afternoons in March, the quick iris rush of April,
And magnificent magnolia May. By June, other moons.

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Peace

Peace

Everyone has a right to know
That Bush’s policies really blow.
He’s greedy, deceitful, spills blood for oil,
He’s the man that makes laborers toil.
In Argentina there are no jobs
Due to JP Morgan and Fleet Bank slobs.
But in Brazil the left will rise:
A bigger place, oh what a surprise —
For Republicans in their swank pools:
Snipers hit to warn the fools
That cheap oil is not worth the price,
If we find our people shot in their eyes.
Please join the non-violent quest for peace!
Humanity is at stake, please don’t leave.

Stay here and talk to the people who know —
The ones who marched in the 60s, and go
To ALL the rallies, all union halls:
Stop this damned war (with or without balls).
We need to join forces, unite while we can
Or ALL love will perish, and with it, God’s plan.

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To Lindsey, on her Birthday, 2002

To Lindsey, on her Birthday, 2002

One Bartendress makes a Tia Maria &
Stoly black Russian, then joins her
Friends at a table for three: the blonde
Who waved, the mixologist and
The Czech woman with a butt
That tucks into her hip hugger pants.

She saws a tournedos at Tonic.
A plate slams into the Henry Jamesian
Universe created by mutual admiration
And a cross-bar flirtation augmented
By a flutter of heart strings stretched
On the lips of a novice server made
Wiley by tips proffered at table number
Twelve, where love holds meanings to
Be the highest homage to the creator.

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September 16 & 17, 2002

September 16 & 17, 2002

Asheville NC

“The NC Greens Say Hello”

What would a Green do to solve some of today’s looming problems? This is an excellent question, and one that will be answered in today’s pamphlet.

Please join us as we welcome new members and old in a close look at how the Greens would solve the problems of today.

1. Repeal NAFTA (thus living Wages in U.S.)
2. Repeal “Right to Work” Laws, better unions
3. Alternative renewable energy for all.
4. Only workers could own stock in a company. Stop manufacturing items that hurt the environment. Create jobs like ocean clean up and pay for them by stopping the military economic complex.
5. Make Love Not War (no war in Iraq! Pakistan! Syria! Afghanistan!).
6. Justice: social, environmental, human
7. Ask U.S. to live by its treaties with Natives
8. Ask U.S. to sign Kyoto treaty
9. Allow people to work the land, not in factories
10. Peace. There is no such thing as “race.”
11. Respect each human as an equal, learn.
12. Be Grateful for all the blessings bestowed

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Fayetteville Mall, September 5, 2002

Fayetteville Mall, September 5, 2002

In the shade across from the Wake County Courthouse
An entire row of folks wait. They wait anticipating
The crown-stripped Miss North Carolina, and others.
“Mary,” who carries a baseball bat, handcuffs, and
Thirty bracelets, watches as the Capital’s finest walk
The worn out bricks of Fayetteville Street Mall.
The thick stench of racism pollutes beautiful fall air.
Sympathetic eyes search for compassion as workers
Dismantle metal scaffolding, a job well done. Lily pads
Float, bald-headed briefcase toter huffs and puffs up nine
Stairs. Sturdy capitalists go by: easy targets. Unaware.
A local high princess displays her hair seriously. Orange
Outfits mix with cell phones, coffee and power lunches.
No rich people come out of the court losers, but many
Weeping wives head back to Person Street frustrated
By a system gone awry. They too are easy targets.

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