(1987)
Reprinted with permission of "Hellas," Vol. 8
My wife not being speculative, I requested her philosophy, what her thoughts on life and deat… and, while she put away a pan, she… well, I’ll just bumble around unt…
Kings once favored beheadings; and when it was their turn, so did angry peasants America chose a different tableau: Black hoods, elaborate nooses
The corpse returned from war in parts, so six soldiers now appeared, jaws like fronts of trucks, determined to portray their faith in things they thought they ought to think were just. ...
Once within his grinding life He’d had a chance at distant deeds That had no hint of daily strife, Of sticking doors, tenacious weeds… Of time cards, office drudgery,
The Golden Yoke On this, our fiftieth, we find We’re Siamese twins conjoined by… To share all things of heart and m… Like blessings, curses, smiles and…
To coda played by lonely whippoorw… A tiny cottage dons its dusk-dark… And snuggles into undulating hills… Its chimney twisting just a curl o… To prove there’s life within these…
. . . and after they had torn and… The earth, and passed the tons of… Through frightening fires until it… And then unloaded it upon the shor… Of Black Detroit, where it was fi…
Postscript for the Statue of Libe… Oh, say, you huddled masses, when… My golden shores, you must at once… Remove your greasy ball cap, beat… From all your rags, and curb the “…
Get meat, a gobbet red and rank, something gamy from a back-street… ring with bits of pork and lots of… with herbs for accents eastern; and finally steep in a fishy stock
The Anguish of Action We frame and then pursue specific… But find results are not what we h… Christ advocated love to all his l… Who then loved some —turned tigers…
She believes in doing things right… She would do anything for anyone i… it helped a person be closer to he… She would never eat a lamb chop wi… just as pork hocks must accompany…
Anthropomorphism Two pigs copulate above The legend “Makin’ Bacon”; A lobster sports a chef’s cap, beckons with big red claw;
Higher Powers From birth to death some others mu… You see, as infant, round-faced, g… Above the crib, to serve you, need… Precluded by efficacy of sobs.
The meter of this poem will be like ticks of a clock — no, I mean, ticks of clocks. On contemplation of my navel I see only what appears to be
The Wonders of Science Head on arm, arm on bar, eyes boilermaker bleared, he sees a colored haze on the huge… turned by fluke to a nature show,
