I think these come from 2004?
The Land Boat
My neighbor has a boat,
I think he has the dream of a boat.
he labors on a thing
that looks much like a boat.
for its part
tries hard to dream the dream.
I hear its motor
Cough and gag and choke
like an old smoker lighting up.
He washes it out
till oil runs down the street
like dark blood,
gleaming oil purple and green
the color of bubbles
dreams that burst.
Sonnet for my Mother’s Cancer
The hour between hoping and knowing
Is like a year spent on a stone floor kneeling.
Someone who has never met my mother is going
To come and tell me things without feeling
This sick twisting in the gut that makes tears
Well in the corners of my eyes. My Dad shakes
When he speaks, his voice trembling with fears
Of eternity and death, fifty years of loving takes
So much out of a man. My mother’s eyes are bright
Like two fixed stars, staring already into that dark place
Where nebulas are born, and no new light escapes.
She knows the answer, from some higher doctor’s chart.
This wait will seem too brief when next we part.
We are all mad here. How are things with you?
Our medication levels are too low…we feel just fine
Anger and ecstasy course through us, and as they do
We alternate between satanic and divine.
This morning I walked on water, but by noon
I was breathing fire, and caused a shrub to burn.
The dog is hiding from the, the living room
Looks like the robbers left only the urn
Containing the ashes of the one of us with sense.
We fight about the last muffin and which show
To watch on television and how to trim the trees,
Whether we took the right amount of pills, or no
And if we are allergic to penicillin, wasps or bees—
Little we say is worth writing down, except the check to pay
The bill for treatment. Tell me, darling God, how was your day?