The Wizard of Oz

BF watched The Wizard of Oz for the first time on Saturday afternoon. Yes, the first time. Don't you think he's missed out on MILLIONS of references in his lifetime? Like, "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain" or "Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!" or, the classic, "We represent the Lollipop Guild"? I told him that the allusions are as pervasive as Greek mythology and that it has possibly affected his law career. I might have been exaggerating...Well, he certainly would've missed the reference in this poem.

Heavy Metal Drummer Part II

Verse One

It’s more they fall for me than I for them;

they’re not my type,

or even my favorite archetype.

Drummers are the woodsmen, 

marching us,the reluctant, 

to a chorus of dwarves, in Snow White’s case,

or new, loving parents in Corinth for Oedipus,

saving us from instigating mirrors and caves.

Bridge

The orphan Dorothy’s tin woodsman 

had too much heart but not enough for her.

That chopping robot wept rusty tears

only for himself.

Verse Two

Me, I’m a sucker for the forsaken, 

a Snow White who needs an Oedipus to slay with, 

not a predictable woodsman 

or a shepherd who can’t even kill when told. 

Don’t get me wrong, 

we are indebted to the woodsmen, 

our keepers, 

they have their role, 

but I’ll takethe damned lead singer every time.


This poem first appeared in the sixtieth anniversary issue of The Fiddlehead, Canada's oldest poetry journal.

Broken Leg

One year ago this week, I broke my leg.

After the Break

Cast off, her legs are asymmetrical.

They don’t appear to be from the same girl.

The fractured right is fat around the knee

but wasted, dented in above the thigh

like it’s been hit. Left tapers as it should.

And though she shaved them both this morning, Right

is dotted prickly black while Left feels smooth.

Right foot’s edemaed, scarred and bruised. When not

concealed, it sunburns easier than Left.

Both limbs are cursed or blessed, she isn’t sure,

with veins beneath the skin in cinder grey

that look stagnate but hide the gush inside.

They trace lines to her heart like termite trails

ascend to bulbous nests on mangrove trees. 

O'Malley Wins Again

Today Maryland voters chose to stay blue (or green) and re-elected Governor Martin O'Malley.

Missed Calls

Each Saturday at two p.m., your voice

would walk me from the Center to my car,

a chance to reconnect since I’d left you

in bed. They took away my Saturdays, 

so now I work the Wednesday shift from five

to ten. Tonight, some kids looked up the sex

offender site and found a hundred hits

in our zip code alone. I walk behind 

brick buildings to the gurgling goldfish pond,

remember once when walking by I saw

a mallard that I swore was stuffed until

it twitched. I tried to make you see it, too. 

Green feathers shone like broken Christmas balls

beneath the tree or shamrock garland on

St. Patrick’s Day when Mayor O’Malley winked

and made me blush. What if I hadn’t gone 

to Ireland? I ask aloud. Would you

have found a different girl, another time?

Or was it not too late to fix the things

that had gone wrong? Two figures wait beside

the unlit bus stop I must pass before 

my car. I hold my phone against my cheek,

pretend to talk to someone else.