Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Sobriety Cruise Lines


The boats are all sober.
Passengers drink sweet cocktails
on disinfected decks,
Redskins dead or fronting Casinos
for Western Capital.
Endless green seas stretch
under gray heaven.

The cash boxes and
prison ships have won.
Arthur hails from
the virgin page,
"Smash them!"
Nobody hears
over the calm drone
of gray-green
above and below.

Friday, February 21, 2020

Grave Solace


The Dead know our hearts.
They can list every
lie and insult calmly.
This is their Heaven and Hell.
Every betrayal murmurs
so as not to disturb
repose.

Liberation is theirs.
No longer must they live with us.

Take solace.
The day comes when we'll
know living hearts
just like them.