Wannabe Junction

cross 

(road leading to/ 
away from) 

crowded interior 

where out 
side be 
comes in 

(place to be)

Discriminating Tastes in DC

See the unsavory pol trying to hide 
His habit of pigging out on pheasant 
Under glass instead of tripe—still 
Under the circumstances, one has to agree 
One cannot be too conservative; you see 
The down-and-out still have this nose 
For bullshit that’s downright cruel 
And can smell when someone’s stuffing 
His craw on pâté de foie gras while serving 
The chawbacons back on the farm 
Liberal helpings of hogwash and gruel. 

Domestic Violence

chop


another 

dark 

wood 


pile 

a 

stack 


of 

smoke 

soon 

to 

be 


dis 

appearing 


up 

the 

home 


land’s 

char 

red 


chimneys. 

Zeno and the Imaginary Tortoise

What fantastic distance 
He’s traveled as far as he can 

Slowly each day a little 
Farther until faltering 

He senses the dogging 
Hard-nosed Achilles hard 

On his heels and prays this time 
His imagination will not 

Contradict him by spiriting 
The opposite way. 

Morning Glories Skirting the Homeland's Perimeter for Mom and Apple Pie

Troops aflower ascendent 
Surrounding a white- 
Washed garden 

Wall
. 

Few descending holding purple 
Trumpets shouting 
A hollow victory 

Call.