Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Ossuary Dust

For those grief-stricken 
To the marrow, black is 
 
Never black enough, white 
Has to be washed clean 
 
To the bone, ashes are 
Best left alone. 
 
 
 
 

 

Friday, June 25, 2021

Definitely Not My Cup Of Tea

Get outta here, cupcake! 
Of what use is a slam 
Bang-up ejaculating protesting 
Poet who loves sucking 
Up the limelight but lacks 
The balls to give snow- 
Flakes like us the finger? 
 
 

 

Wednesday, June 23, 2021

After Seferis

Don’t waste the breath 
That spirit gave you— 
 
Breathe new life into it, 
Then pass it on. 
 
 
 

 

Sunday, June 20, 2021

Good Old Salt Of The Earth

The newcomers 
To the game 
 
Ready or not, they’ll come 
Seek us out come hell 
 
Or whatever’s left 
Of high water the moment 
 
We’ve run out of places 
To hide and stranded 
 
In the salt pans and long past 
Healing, the waves begin 
 
To lick old wounds again. 
 
 
 

 

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Mad Air Of Minimalism

the 
small 
 
birds 
twittering 
 
there- 
in 
 
the 
heart 
 
of 
the 
 
flowering 
pomegranate, 
 
their 
twiggy 
 
throats 
pulsing 
 
the 
all- 
 
encompassing 
fruity 
 
morning 
air.
 
 
 
 

 

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