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May 28, 2008 by Buddah Moskowitz
We study the piecesof the puzzlesplayed on the kitchen table just me and my special daughter,the one with the flashflood anger,who screamsan unconvincingly“I hate you!”right to my face. When she ragesI comfort her through inexplicable tantrumsboiling tears and the confessional non sequitur“I hate Dad!”  We keep taking herto doctors who remaincurelessand we pray to Jesusto keep things placidbut it’s still a minefield. Strangers don’t always ...
May 19, 2008 by Buddah Moskowitz
Looking around this profane and prodigiousmarketplace,there is one answerfor everything: larger breasts. If it cannot sell on its own merits, if it is deemed inferior and rightfully ignoredby the masses then put a pair of big tits on it. And if the tits aren’t big enough, make them bigger. This is neither a great secret nor insightas endless magazine coversadvertisementstelevision showsand elective surgeriesdemonstrate. While I protest the smug and callous exp...
May 12, 2008 by Buddah Moskowitz
Marry me todayand bathe this momentin golden hope promise that you cannot live without mejust as my heartknows this truthfor me light our unity candle with your adoring gaze let us embraceexchanging whispersas we sway to a songthat only we hear and when we’re apart walk through your daywistfully awarethat you are incomplete and meet me back here at this spotand speed my pulseand gladden my soul just say yesand forever starts right here marry me todayand e...
May 9, 2008 by Buddah Moskowitz
As elusive as the mystery of that rattling sound under the hoodof my ’79 Aspenis poetry. Auto mechanicslike poetssee how everything should fitand can discern a perfect specimenimmediately but I’ve no formal schoolingin anything artistic. I tried writing poemsplaysessaysand jokesfailingin predictableunremarkable waysas the self-taught often do. This all startedas a way to soothemy lifelong sadness. I made myself little toys to amuse myselfand take mesomewhere ...
May 7, 2008 by Buddah Moskowitz
Don’t oversleepdon’t curse the alarm clockdon’t wake up the others don’t go to work without shavingdon’t wear that tie with those pantsdon’t leave without kissing her goodbye don’t drive like a maniacdon’t get in an accidentdon’t be late to the office don’t be unproductivedon’t go to non-work-related websitesdon’t daydream about sex don’t skip lunchdon’t eat any trans fatsdon’t talk to a...
May 6, 2008 by Buddah Moskowitz
Strolling throughthe church courtyardI passed the purple flowers and suddenly a host of butterflies appeared and swirled about mein mad abandon. This floating laurelof fluttering wingssurrounded meand became my retinue. As I walked among themI heard them singing: “Glory to God on high!King David has returned to us!” I did nothingto dispel their myth as I stepped into my carand drove away.
March 26, 2008 by Buddah Moskowitz
 Hundreds of poetry websites thousands of poets millions of poems.I send up mine and hope it will not be lost in the cyber-abyss but I know better.My smoke sculpture soul and precious imagery are superfluous and temporalas inconsequential as the confetti trampled and left for deadin Times Square on New Year’s Day at 6:07 a.m. 
March 11, 2008 by Buddah Moskowitz
It feels quicker than a blink since I first saw you and took you to raise up as my very own. Through laughter, patience scrapes and tenderness, I readied you for a cold and undeserving world. Through the seasons you blossomed and the world became resplendent with possibility when seen through your naive and limitless vision. I knew the world would sing your song once you taught them. You asked if I was ready and I snapped awake from my reverie. With a weak, sincere sm...
February 28, 2008 by Buddah Moskowitz
Somewhere else is what I want but right here is all I'm gonna get and all I need according to God. So I'll walk through it without booze or pills or illicit thrills. You walked through this howling madhouse of no escape and let them nail you to the cross where you died for me. You're just a big show-off Jesus. You suffered for me. I pray I can return the favor.
January 28, 2008 by Buddah Moskowitz
All night I worshipped her blankety-blank without a single thankety-thank so I called her a middle-aged blankety-blank (to give her collar a yankety-yank) then I pinched her on the blankety-blank (it was really just a prankety-prank) she hissed "don't you touch my blankety-blank!" (I was hoping she'd give me a spankety-spank) but she just covered up her blankety-blank and asked how much I drankety-drank and then my heart just sankety-sank when she declared "never again, w...
January 3, 2008 by Buddah Moskowitz
You just can’t understand the pressure the expectation everyone claiming you wanting a piece of you the Jews claim me as one of theirs own but you know how that all ended up and the Christians think they’re all doing things in my name the Muslims call me a prophet but still subordinate me the Buddhists draw parallels and come closer than most and the atheists love me because they find their strongest arguments in my weakest followers I’m tired of being ever...
November 29, 2007 by Buddah Moskowitz
We sleep together deep through the winter restlessly in summer we fall asleep holding hands sometimes curled like shrimp sometimes we are a human pretzel of limbs desire dreams and exhaustion in between our sleeping we nurture small triumphs we persevere we work through misunderstanding and unintentional hurt but thankfully we ripple with laughter too on nights when I can’t sleep I watch her sleeping and smile so big that I can almost hear it I study the effo...
November 15, 2007 by Buddah Moskowitz
I’m looking for a slower and kinder world where little things aren’t passed over and cellphones don’t buzz like horseflies where kindness isn’t an inconvenience because there’s never too much of a hurry I will savor that spicy Thai chicken and really try to penetrate the mystery of that sky and how blue can it really be and money can’t buy it and it cannot be possessed just gently coaxed from a grateful heart it all goes by so quickly seemingly ra...
November 8, 2007 by Buddah Moskowitz
in my sadness I went to the bookstore to find something that would fix me In the "Self-Help" section I found books on money sex communication dieting dating & romance but not how to undo painful memories how to make the newness reappear how to make her forget that really cruel and hateful remark I had been saving up for years I left without buying anything when I realized I was too late I didn't need a self-help book I needed a time machine
November 2, 2007 by Buddah Moskowitz
Here I go again secretly picking up my favorite blade and cutting myself I don't know what I'm chasing but sometimes I find it perhaps someday I'll no longer need to pick at the scab and feel the sting as I tear my beautiful brown skin open to provide a canvas for all this pain sometimes if the skin is intact I will swallow it in a shameful communion "this is my body broken by everyone" and as the full rich red slowly drips down my forearm I taste it ...