Crystal Clear

child like

paper snow

flakes open

eyes wonder


(from The Intricate Evasions of As)

Terminal Disease

Unworthy the ink
ejaculating

octopus spits
out black pus.


(from The Intricate Evasions of As)

Illumination

conceives the word
perceives

the world within
a mind

less deception.

(from The Intricate Evasions of As)

Poet in the Aviary

1.

No more beating round the bush, boy--
Just murder for the thrill of it,

Fire at will.

2.

Bad chicks' blood seeping under the sill--
That's more like it,

No more mockingbirds to kill.

Hot off the Press

Jolted

from still one more slow in-
tense reading

of a hard, demanding article
on Williams' Spring and All

by my wife's shrill
come here quickly,

I shoot down
the stairs thinking

something's surely up,
only to find her

waiting, arms folded, looking
coolly at me from behind

a stack of freshly ironed
still steaming laundry,

her face beaming,
good news all around.


(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review #14, Autumn 2008)

No Haven

he eyes the heavens
infinity

the earth declines


(from The Intricate Evasions of As)

Song of No Rhyme, No Reason

here,
there--

a
non

se-
quit-
ur

ci-
ca-

da
wind-
ing
up

in air.