Sunday, May 30, 2021

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. 

Sunday, May 16, 2021


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.

Thursday, May 06, 2021

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.

Wednesday, May 05, 2021