Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Guarding the Gates of 'Murica's Hell


Keep a right dead level head, 
Look alive and stay put 
In your proper place, gentlemen— 

Nothing but a lynch mob 
All these years, you thought 
You’d keep me broken, barking 

Your heads off up the wrong tree. 





Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Heads in the Clouds


Watch out you 

Strange, down-to-earthlings— 
Stare at us long enough, 

You’ll start seeing things. 




Monday, July 4, 2016

Adieu to Fancy, My Little Pigeon


So long as the eagle- 
Eyed crow flies 
Straight to the bloody 
Heart of the matter, 
One thing is clear, 
Dear—that lovey-dovey 
Pair of ash-grey neophyte 
Doves preening on 
The edge 
Of that buckling, 
Pale red-tiled roof 
Of the derelict, 
Decaying house 
Across the street 
Cooing you-ah-you 
Won’t be preening 
There for long. 


Friday, July 1, 2016

Heralds




angelic                     lights

           approaching


from                       all directions

             darkness           soon


                              imploding

from one still

                     fluttering within.



Tuesday, June 28, 2016

It Just Dawned on Me


“. . .to hurl the hatchet so far into the depths of the earth that it shall never again be seen in the future."—Reuben Gold Thwaites, Jesuit Relations 

 “Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.” 
—Antonio Porchia, Voices 


Wish you were here long 
Gone old friend, we could spend all 
Night arguing to no end 
Like we used to, 
And take in the sun- 
Rise if that’s what 
You wanted in the end— 

If not, 
We could bury 
The hatchet right here 
And now, agree to disagree, 
Say one last good night 
And leave it at that, 
All right? 

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