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 Clich├ęs
How should they go out?
Knocked unconscious. Pile-hitch knot. 
Tied to the cold rails.