captured moments

captured moments by Ian Ernzer

cool hands did all the work for his mouth, speaking
captured moments through pinholes and toy cameras
capturing moments: zen's antithesis
love for the moment, but don't get too attached

crowded

crowded by Ian Ernzer

vintage photograph in a victorian frame
four postcards from France—love letters from 1958
twenty gummed bookplates
koa wood bowl filled with change
three burned candles
a yellow ripped half-ticket with "ADMIT ONE" printed on it

school days

school days by Ian Ernzer

micro-machines and go bots
zip through lego parking lots
log cabins
built to be destroyed
the clay is in the kiln
a quarter gets a push-up pop
we sit together at the bus stop

Wells' Machine

Wells' Machine by Ian Ernzer

an invitation to sit down
eating with their hands
what do you call this?
the calm of evening

one question leads to another
all that remained of the Arts!
running down the slope and falling
nobody moves to help her

gathering in a great house after dark
a nightmare
what are you, anyway?
a stare from the small, white creature

a terrible truth dawns
let go, you fiendish things
being tugged violently backward
reaching the sweet, clean soil

listening to fears
discover a use for pockets
two large, withered, white flowers
lost in a forest

in a monstrous spiderweb
searching for signs
world, what are you like?
comforted by brown and brittle flowers

crooks!

crooks by Ian Ernzer

not what I say, it's what I do
every body knows their own truth

how it's just a battle,
all the same herd of cattle

crooked rhymes
mirror due time

I remember the night
the moon lost herself

wallowing behind the clouds
hiding from the guilt she felt

oh please don't dwell
on this delicate defeat

as silence sits around us as we speak
someplace along mission street

d fference

d fference by Ian Ernzer

i learned
there is no
d fference
without the i
we all make it
in our own way