Suites
Thursday, December 17, 2015
December 17, 2015
The Forest for the Trees
The beginning's lost
until the end pulls you close
enough to smell Spring.
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
December 2, 2015
Mussel Shell
December day fades
to purple to starless black
above a white field.
Thursday, September 24, 2015
September 24, 2015
More Alarms at Night
Repeat, "Baltimore"
Until it loses meaning.
It will still exist.
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
August 4, 2015
Fight or Flight
Fly, winged scapulae.
There's far too much danger here.
Fly south. Don't look back.
Friday, July 10, 2015
July 10, 2015
Signs and Symbols
Blood of wife and man.
Referential Mania,
That beautiful weed.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
June 17, 2015
Shark
The sun casts morning
stars from breakers to buoys.
Bells. Knives. Black arrows.
Sunday, May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015
Nostalgia at the Public Hanging
The Governor paused,
standing on the jailhouse porch,
thought of his grandma.
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015
Spartan Mothers to their Sons
Come back with your shield--
or on it. Then grave quiet
rooms. Empty door. Pride.
Monday, April 27, 2015
April 22, 2015
TV Hill
Dead man anchors, cold
eyelets in Clipper Mill yards,
guy wires part the trees.
Monday, April 20, 2015
April 15, 2015
Napoleon versus the Great Sphinx
Its extremities
that disappear the quickest -
from wind, sand, bullets.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
April 8, 2015
Living Wall
Traffic sighs, skylines
rise and fall. So quietly,
nature takes over.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
March 25, 2015
Pedestal
The Himalayan
cedars know. Female cones rule
the highest branches.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
March 19, 2015
Route 404
Vultures coast above
the frozen war of branches.
Frightening quiet spans.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
March 11, 2015
Duality
Sunday
afternoon
TV, beer, then sharp talons
pulling at the skull.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
March 4, 2015
Vanity
Gloria’s boasting,
smiling at her tri-folding
get-ready station.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
February 25, 2015
What Does the Bartender Say?
A rabbi, a priest,
Four horses, and your mother
Walk into a bar…
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
February 18, 2015
Slack tide
A trident, sunless
and sundered. The empty hand
of some drowned sea king.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
February 11, 2015
Spring Break, Woo!
Strands of colored beads
draped on a rack. Mojito
barf on roven wugs.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
February 4, 2015
Death to Clichés
How should they go out?
Knocked unconscious. Pile-hitch knot.
Tied to the cold rails.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
January 28, 2015
Dimples
A defect in the
zygomaticus major
gets some people laid.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
January 21, 2015
Like they used to
Sing, Kenny Rogers,
Sing for Burt and Kirk, tough guys,
for perfect brick rows.
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
January 14, 2015
Antigua and Barbuda
Sun and sea on V-
flap. Blood red envelope marked
Ancient and Bearded.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
January 7, 2015
The Lincoln Special
He slept on the train,
Our American Cousin
,
never saw Park Lodge.
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