October 10, 2017
A shabby town feigning glamour,
A vapor amid the clamor,
Distractions from sidewise contours
masking that unwholesome smell.
Lurking snake oil salesmen
with unctuous undertaker bent,
switch dark lights to bursting flash, then
ensnare you within the carousel.
Lolita dolls posed...
October 9, 2017
Who is the keeper of nightmares?
Who is the killer of souls?
Blaming that which lies without,
He to whom we say our morning prayers.
If all men at once lay down arms,
Lay down arms instead of bodies,
How would the world change
Instantly if all believe and wield charm.
October 8, 2017
The land of Cowboys and cattlemen,
The land of bankers and Baptists,
The land of bless your heart and there you go:
They say it's the city where JFK was killed, a friend
once told me at NorthPark Mall that her father knew
Jack Ruby back then.
They say it's the land of mortga...
October 7, 2017
A distracted, harried woman on her way to work,
Collided with a truck,
Now an ersatz depiction of a sleeping woman,
Amid tubes and drips she lies.
She concentrates on the doctor’s light,
She knows it is important.
On the outside, appearance is insensate,
“Brain-dead,” the dia...
October 6, 2017
When you left me at the park bench,
I could not see you walk away,
But I knew you were gone
When you no longer spoke to me,
And your scent faded.
I waited all night in the rain,
Refusing sleep so I would not miss your return,
My matted fur and dry mouth
Greeted the sun of that...
October 5, 2017
When I am old,
And called across the sea,
And beauty, peace, and ecstasy unfold,
Make no sad laments for me.
A quiet shore awaits,
Those long passed, I’ll meet again,
Within majestic open gate,
The happiest I'll ever be.
I'll walk the pathway,
Shoreline blue an...
October 4, 2017
I clutch tightly
your urned cremains.
If I put them down
you might disappear.
I put them in triple layered plastic bags
while I shower.
Strap them into the car seat
ever so snugly,
carry them into the store,
in that very large beach bag
that now serves as my purse,
when I can mak...
October 3, 2017
Stop tearing your hair
you frightened child, young sad boy.
meal is the thing you smell,
pressure cooker family
you see and hear.
all things blowing up,
screams of parents bouncing off the kitchen’s walls
and you sob as you rock madly
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