Saturday, October 19, 2019

Limbs Read



"I have witnessed the wood's insomnia/And the fields at rest."
Milestones, #65, Marina Tsvetaeva.

Thursday, October 17, 2019

At the Protest


At the protest with the committee approved placard and appropriately colored
hat you showed respect for authority. You thanked the police for their service
as they arrested you. If their fellow officers roughed up some of your comrades,
maybe they deserved it. When you were quickly bailed out the pride of accomplishing
a sacred civic duty filled you. You rushed home and told family and friends about your
adventure. Oh how you behaved with strength and dignity! Alone you managed to spare
                a thought for your less fortunate friends still locked up.

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Cannae

Fond gold of full summer Moon kisses skin like smitten Sun.
Under heaven's favor en route to the crowded concourse
my heart was pure, no expectation polluted
blood flooding my body with tenderness.

Doors opened and there she stood
exquisite as a deposed Queen.
Never so stunning in white
that bound and abashed.

Kings long passed slaughtered thousands
for a woman's favor and I understood.

To dishevel her hair I threw the top down.
The stereo blasted to nix small talk.
Inhuman to look so captivating.
Incensed, I punctuated a terse "goodnight"
with violent embrace.

Home,
spirit and sense snuffed,
I curled like smoke
under red sheets
and dreamt massacre.



Friday, October 11, 2019

My Little Angel



"Dogs read the world through their noses."--J.R. Ackerley. (Angel's expressive eyes tell a different story.)

Tuesday, September 03, 2019

September


Tumble of buds when leaves blush hues.
Summer brides and grooms imbue
the Harvest Sun's mantle.

Rain dampens tender
as maternity's kiss.
Life dishevels its hair.

The crisp scent of bark,
carried by clement wind,
assents air's clarity.

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Fire This Time


The crab's girdle fastens tight and the fire this time stops breath.
Wheezing poets cough up spiritless ash not verse.

Amazon's crown fires glow infernal
as composed blue blood flows formal.
Abattoir sans souci douses alarm in tranquil
appeal to the practical grace of technology.

The Amazon still burns.
Buy Oxygen tank shares
and profit off the prescribed
sharecropping of fresh air.

In every holocaust there's opportunity.
Let it burn, strangle billions to death,
to rake up greener leaves with impunity.

Yes, darling, the Amazon is burning,
but will our world ever stop turning?