Human Time Bomb

Because we know 

Far too little of what 

Makes us tick, zilch 

About who lit the fuse 

Or when it’s going to go 

Off, and too damn much 

To give a shit about it, 

Let alone fan it till 

It tilts 

Our very own belittled 

Known universe, 

We do nothing 

But persevere— 

So magnificently 

It hurts.

 

 

Michaux's Oxymoron

Darkness moves 

In mysterious ways; 

It's a mystery how 

It moves us, too 

Yet how still

It stays.

 

Discordancy

dis 

order 

is 

never 

discovering 

that 

which 

you 

never 

knew

 

 

Bittersweet Breathalyzer

--for William Michaelian 

To take one's breath 

For granted, does this 

Mean business as usual? 

Or must you 

Stop after each one 

And wonder 

If the next time 

You breathe in, 

You're going to 

Find yourself

Out of breath 

Over the limit 

Again.

 

America, My Country 'Tis Of Thee

To be sure, 

Renne Good is not the first 

Poet to be snuffed out 

By evil,

But by looking 

The other way, we 

Make doubly sure 

She won't be the last.