Slaking Your Thirst after a Long Dry Spell

the miracle 
rain keeps 
its distance but will 
soon descend slant- 
wise on the wings 
of a blustery south wind— 

beaks open, 
unlike us the supplicant 
chickens know this time 
they won’t need 
to lift their heads 
to the high heavens 

to drink it all in. 

Poetic Diction

Spirited crystal clear heart- 
Felt silences pronouncedly sylvan— 

Punctuated by murmurs 
Of a babbling brook. 

Beyond A Reasonable Doubt

Because I wanted 
To live exclusively without 

Because, 
Though although 

Was also right there 
In the running 

Before I decided other- 
Wise, my life became 

Meaningful—it was as if 
I’d finally found a reason 

For being here, though 
For the life of me, 

I could not explain it. 

Farce

Guffaw before the curtain goes up 
And the audience throws you 
An askance glance like you were 
A tragic actor in a comedy 
Of errors; keep it up after 
The curtain comes down 
And they all laugh along 
With you to the bitter end. 

A Poem Should Be (13)

At once buoyant and cathartic— 

A hard resilient knot heaving 
In the slosh 

Of a soft underbelly, aching 
To wrench 

The wretched queasy 
Blubber out.