The Plain

Smell of natural gas tickles the nose...

on manured fields Sunset smelts gold.

Wendy's jet hair licks heaven's navy blue.

Her breath an occult bouquet 

from carmine lips I burn to taste.

Foreign sensations flood the plain

as songbirds' notes waft mundane. 

Winsome

 

Hamas-19

Sound of Amphitheater effect rain under awnings

moments before missiles strike the site of contagion.

Hamas-19 a virus plaguing every building

and home destroyed in the open air detention camp 

blockaded by the potential victims of its pathogen.

Crop Life

 

To the Birds

The birds hate our poetry,

their songs never

innocent of enmity. 

At war, in dauntless formation, 

they line up on threads of heaven. 

 

Puff yourselves up 

feather-headed fops! 

Our verse you'll never drub.

"Virgin sheets are for droppings!"

   Their battle cry most mocking.

 

The Grind

 

"We've truly touched on something nouveau."