Best Rebar Poems

Morning coffee, read the paper, brush your teeth and make the bed
Start the car up, drive to work with endless chatter in your head.
Rhythm’s just...

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Six days she lay beneath the rubble of concrete and debris,
Pinned down with little hope of survival, just faith that God would send help to...

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Two shadows where thousands of ghosts,
Saw their last moments so high up in the air.

Everything stopped, no one could move,
They couldn't speak, they wouldn't dare.

Few...

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Alacrity bespeaks entangled, entombed,
     and entrapped Thai soccer team
diminishing strength barely allows,
     but a whispered scream,

which rescue...

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I still walk your streets
		for the untended curb,
		the flattened can,
		the half-opened shade.
		I am in the dark,
		unspilled light,
		uninspected.
		I am caught 
		in the city of cautious regard.
		I...

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your face polaroid happy glowing not half so distant.
     
    walking over to grab the shovel and rain...

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Catholic

Stern but saintly Father Meissen 
scolded the parents for not having 
their baby boy baptized sooner. 
It was April, 1952,
inside the stained-glassed catholic church,
ensconced on...

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A LITTLE LAUGHTER FIVE

Betty bring venom
Curly bimbo lemon thigh

Rogue queen Jacky Denim
Vague swoon droll, droll, untie

Ninja gnome Rebar watch
Makes ramen bacon olive sushi pizza

Spoon vying...

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Gray clouds open for business at five
Pour out concrete with rebar rusted 
Along with asphalt for a nice touch
Steel never felt so good under construction
Building...

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Redding Poem 4
“Flying Down Interstate 5”

We departed Redding at 3:45, 
In the dead of an October night.
Those tumultuous streets were morgues then,
As we raced to...

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It is the only time we get to laugh at black
So de rigeur at funerals and stogy old photography.
Take Dixie Land at home in New...

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What I know 
to be true,
the proven facts,
sit like anchored stones
in a wild river. 
Here, my steps
are certain, placed firm 
on a familiar stone.
Other times...

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And here we  receive his hugs and
      groping
grasps,
We are    here
      standing...

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tension between
this singular male offspring and me dad
proved more ineradicable
then tensile strengthened steel rebar
which wall veritably, unequivocally,
terribly outlived purposefulness, egad
yet remained intact

even after this son...

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Mostly it's just gluing bones together
ones found in a well furrowed field
a scattering of empty joints,
undetectable until tripped over.

An iron-age rebar
can be dug for
it will...

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