I have been a lion on the plains of Africa Matching sinew against sinew, Timing, speed, all considerations In the meditation of the possible Measuring the balance, Risk and resource, Gain and gamble, Life and death. Now I am a…
Pain
I bear a present witness to the face of misery and madness, Tortured souls who across my eyes and sweep the soul aside, Collectively to hide inside the anus of the body politic Drenched in offal, horrified, the soul forgets…
Still and Yet
Still, the mid-wife’s jar sits in a corner of a solemn room ready with the herbs, ancient and almost reliable, for cleaning house, a tug within that leaves & black hole, gaping, hungry for the time when we will have…
“Isle of Windows”
The Isle of Widows, Nicaragua The heat rises, steam Moves With the breath of trees, Into the air Haunted eyes speak Their questions of a mystery The men of science come to study This embarassing plague This withering away That…
The Blues Are Older Than Memphis
From mem’ries of Eurydice The living Orpheus retreats In agony condemns His gifts and disdains life A lyre that fills with song inspired, By grief beguiled The breathless trees lean in and fill With silent, watchful birds Who Bearing voiceless…
Entropy
What do you see In this Winter face? The imminent decomposition of the unbeautiful? Even so, even in that I see that all my pieces Have their own story. My hands have worked a brand of Entropy That is much…
Prison Visit
When I lived in the world Of laboratories, glass, machines and noise, A white-coated novitiate in The delicate chemistry of mixing things, We were warned of the Griffith Flaw in glassware The crystal lattice structure bruise From bouncing, banging, bumping…
The Griffith Flaw
When I lived in the world Of laboratories, glass, machines and noise, A white-coated novitiate in The delicate chemistry of mixing things, We were warned of the Griffith Flaw in glassware The crystal lattice structure bruise From bouncing, banging, bumping…
Bathroom Law
I am in the middle of a shit storm without a scrap of toilet paper Trans and token and barely tolerated in Texas, Though way past school-age The news these past few days like a Jerry Springer marathon on one…
It’s Like Aesop Said (an Election Year Cautionary Tale)
Oh these silly frogs, all day long they cry God tossed back His head, annoyed, with a sigh They pray for a King and don’t want to be free What shall I do for them, why can’t they see? A…